"When The Bluebells Ring." _MissyPissy_

⚠️This Story is a work of Fiction⚠️

(Any characters and places are purely made by imagination. Anything similar to something in reality are possibly due to plain coincidence only.)

⚠️Errors Ahead⚠️

(This story is not yet revised. I will be fixing the errors once I finish the whole story, so I beg your pardon if the grammatical errors bother you, including for the errors itself.)

Lars Meretlein is a professional photographer who does landscape photography for a living. He's quite famous in cities as 'The man who doesn't exist' but his photographs all over the world beg to disagree.

Lars in short for Leander, lives deep in the woods wherein people would fail to believe if these things are even real or if the department just creates these CGI's to make their field in photography more known. Only little number of people have met Lars and could recall meeting him in person. They themselves are also his only anchor in making his work known and possible.

All besides the point, Lars have witnessed the biggest twist in his life that have made him doubt everything, which includes his own existence. Was the happening all a dream? Or was he becoming delusional? Is the isolation from the whole world starting to affect him? Or was the happening just as surreal as the place he's living in.

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