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Touhou: JoyIt was nearing dawn.
Here, most of the residents were asleep at this time, or having just woken up. It was terribly quiet, something that wasn't extremely common - there was almost always something going on, somewhere in this great building.
But not this second, not this minute: all was silent.
The only thing she could hear were her own footsteps on the smooth marble stairs, her own faint breaths.
The birds outside hadn't yet started calling and cawing, and the sun had just started to rise -- or so her own schedule of time told her, as she didn't dare open the shades.
No, it was better off here without any sunlight.
She smiled to herself as she continued to descend the stairs.
It was a simple path down here, just a left corridor from the main body of the library, a hefty wooden door, and then this passage.
It was funny, really: such a forbidden hall to walk was out in the open, easily found by anybody who dared to snoop.
Even with the very visible sign on the wooden door that read "Do
Memoir of a DreamThere are moments in our lives that we deem unforgettable.
The time when you learned to read, or when you get on a horse's back for the first time.
Perhaps the first time you fell in love, or the birth of your first child.
How about the second you were born?
Could you guess, how many people could remember that? Not very many, to even the point of nobody being capable of recalling that second.
But I can.
I still remember, after nearly twenty years of being here..
A man in the city of Gier had fallen to sleep.
In this state, he was coaxed effortlessly into the Reverie, the world of dreams that lays adjacent to our own, and together, the man's subconscious mind and the realities of the Reverie wove the tapestry of the phenomenon known as dreaming.
He was a fearful fellow, threatened by phobias and often letting his imagination get the best of him.
In this dream of his, this mottled cross-section of his deep thoughts and muses, he was being chased. By what, it was not known -- only
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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