Chasing
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If it moves you, chase it. Krimata thought it would be a waste of time to always have her mind on clouds. Well, when she was young, it never bothered her. In fact it amazed her how her mind could take her to places she's always wanted to be, getting the things she dreamed to have and more of the sorts. In short, imaginations. But now that she's grown, she thought imaginations could never suffice. It will never fill in the space left by the things and people who left and was thrown. It just gives her the anxiety, she knew well it's no longer good. She thought she needed something to divert herself other than imagining and day-dreaming. The happiness. Where can you find it though? She wanted happiness not from the imaginations fooling her. She wants something real. Something her imaginations couldn't offer for it's beyond its limit. Unlock Krimata's adventure as she discovers growth and love. Love that means loving oneself and accepting one's flaws. Love of learning and love of hunting the thing that awesomely completes her. And when the thing finally moves her, watch her chase it.
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