Chasing Fire

Under the young sun,
you bloomed in a crimson blood rose,
with my gentleness and wary touches.
I covered your thorns to make you whole.

Cream white silk, gentleness on breeze, a whisper of innocence, they said it is.

Alessia, a girl who thinks life as whole carousel ride. The world were sheeted in philanthropy or all smiles. Too vigor, all about good. Just yellow no gray.

Yet...

We are indenture of reality. There's always a side of chagrins. The pocket of agony. The veins of dismay. The blood turned blue. The yellow decreases the hue. Cudgeled with life treachery. Revealed the hidden pages. Open the previous chapters. What will happen for the untold history?

The carousel ride stops. The innocence was now burn, turned into ashes, offered in the wind and faded like a dust.

Walking in the embers searching for answers,
the flicker scraped, and became the untamed fire,
Red-orange flame should be halt, before it burn them alive.
Could it be thwart?
Or they will chasing fire until no end?

CHASING GAME SERIES #1 THE LIGHT