preface to distant city; can't publish this on RaTs because LOLNOPROMPTS
Fff so I can't post this on runaway_tales because I didn't write it as a prompted piece - but I dooo really like it, so I'm posting it here for anyone who happens to care. B|
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This is a life story; this is a death story, too, and the story of everything between the beginning and the end. This is a story of sorrow, yes, and a story of loss - it's a story of learning that which was once instinct, too, and a story of giddiness and joy.
This is the story of our world and its deluded Wonderland parody, of dying flowers and golden afternoons. This is the story of imaginary love and love as real as its object isn't. This is the story of how to forget something that used to be your entire world, and how to find it and embrace it again. This is the story of remembrance and hate and adoration and grief.
This is the story of a journey through a forest.
This is the story of a rebirth.
Most of all, though, this is the story of a girl who loved a figment, and a boy who thought he couldn't weep.
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Fff I swear I'll eventually update with something relevant to life.
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This is a life story; this is a death story, too, and the story of everything between the beginning and the end. This is a story of sorrow, yes, and a story of loss - it's a story of learning that which was once instinct, too, and a story of giddiness and joy.
This is the story of our world and its deluded Wonderland parody, of dying flowers and golden afternoons. This is the story of imaginary love and love as real as its object isn't. This is the story of how to forget something that used to be your entire world, and how to find it and embrace it again. This is the story of remembrance and hate and adoration and grief.
This is the story of a journey through a forest.
This is the story of a rebirth.
Most of all, though, this is the story of a girl who loved a figment, and a boy who thought he couldn't weep.
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Fff I swear I'll eventually update with something relevant to life.