Wherever Tenou Haruka had just now found herself, well, she wasn't all that sure.

She was standing in simply her comfort clothes, hands pocketed in her slacks as a short scarf hung around her neck. It was cold, after all. But she wasn't quite sure about this place. Where had she been dragged, in all the worlds in all the universes, where? She ( Read more... )

The silence was deafening ( Read more... )

As if things couldn't get any worse. Serenity's sitting on another park bench, somewhere else, feeling clubbed inside and out all over again. She'd thought that Makoto, Endymion (and who had that mysterious other girl been?) might have understood her pain. But instead, they've come at her with even worse revelations than before, and to make matters ( Read more... )

There's a beautiful endless garden of flowers of every color and kind and golden butterflies flying around ( Read more... )

It looks like someone's living room. It's a fairly plain apartment, with little real colour or suggestion as to who might own it. But, there's a noticeable fragrance about the home, reminiscent of almost apricots. Some might recognize it as Sweet Osmanthus ( Read more... )

The library is suspiciously quiet, but that's just because it's the Crystal Palace's library instead of a regular public one. It was much more reasonable that she would find the information she needed here, in the place where giant bookcases stand side to side, nearly seeming to spread out into infinity. Everything seems so big and the small girl ( Read more... )

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It creeps insidiously on the air through the hallway. It sneaks into the adjacent rooms and infiltrates them. It hurries here and there with malicious flightiness, just in and out of reach, growing as it moves. Finally, the unmistakeable aroma of baking has taken over the entire palace wing ( Read more... )

She sat in tranquil silence. She didn't wear her senshi uniform, but rather her gown. The night sky whispered gentle stories to her as she just held her staff across her lap ( Read more... )

She did not truly know how she had arrived here. But even if she did not know, she was not upset or worried. She merely stood peacefully, her staff in hand and casting a soft white light much like she did. The air around her is calm, timeless, and serene. Moonlit silver-kissed tendrils blew in the wind and ruffled some of the feathers on her ( Read more... )