Dream ⊗ 002 ⊗ Flower and the Moon
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He's lying on his back on top of one of the buildings in Somni, just staring up at the night sky. The moon is full, its light illuminating everything around him.
It's silent for a moment before the distant echoes of wolves howling could be heard. But they did not sound like as if they were within his vicinity, or even real. They are faint, ethereal. Imagined.
He was remembering them.
And then a flower is reflected on the surface of the moon. His hand was already moving toward it before he realizes what he's doing. Quickly he retracts it, fingers clenching into a fist. He then stares at it for a moment before he crosses his arms behind his head again.
With a short laugh, he closes his eyes.
He's lying on his back on top of one of the buildings in Somni, just staring up at the night sky. The moon is full, its light illuminating everything around him.
It's silent for a moment before the distant echoes of wolves howling could be heard. But they did not sound like as if they were within his vicinity, or even real. They are faint, ethereal. Imagined.
He was remembering them.
And then a flower is reflected on the surface of the moon. His hand was already moving toward it before he realizes what he's doing. Quickly he retracts it, fingers clenching into a fist. He then stares at it for a moment before he crosses his arms behind his head again.
With a short laugh, he closes his eyes.