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Sweet scent of summer field flowers tickles my mind
... a deaf lullaby ...
"Then get to it, the world's waiting."
"That I will."
the an before another should not be there, it sounds and looks very odd.just an another
you describe a feeling of comfort and content here, as if u are a at a beautiful place you enjoy, but then you sayMy fingers brush aside silk-like petals as I walk, feeling the touch of pleasantly cold grass with each step. Peace fills the air,
which is a complete contradiction to the first part, it doesnt quite come together.I just don't know where I am, not to mention my head feels heavy and painful.
Kyousuke wrote:Prologue
It could be said that nowadays we – the average folk - are nothing more than just numbers or part of statistics, simply nothing meaningful for ourselves. Are we really that replaceable as numbers make us? That worthless? I do not want to be just another number.
Kyousuke wrote:
The sweet scent of summer field flowers tickles my mind, sweeping away the ground below me with a deaf lullaby of mixed sun and breeze upon my skin.
Kyousuke wrote:
The sweet scent of summer field flowers tickles my mind, sweeping away the ground below me with a deaf lullaby of mixed sun and breeze upon my skin. My fingers brush aside silk-like petals as I walk, feeling the touch of pleasantly cold grass with each step. Peace fills the air, but to my surprise it saddens me - Ive just realized I don't know where I am.
The sweet scent of summer field flowers tickles my mind, sweeping away the ground below me with a deaf lullaby of mixed sun and breeze upon my skin. My fingers brush aside silk-like petals as I walk, feeling the touch of pleasantly cold grass with each step. Peace fills the air, but to my surprise it saddens me - Ive just realized I don't know where I am.
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