"I’m just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am." the Nara begins to mutter to himself, his footsteps echoing within the abyss, his travels causing him to trudge further into the depths this world had to offer. "Trying to trace my steps back here again, so many times." he continues, the frozen tundra gaze narrowing. There was no glint within his orbs, no signs of life for at this very moment his existence felt glazed over. "I'm just a spec within your head." the wisps escaping his parted lips growing weary, faint.
Within the clutches of his left hand was that of a crimson balloon; he neatly attaches a mere card at the bottom.
[legend="- Letter -"]My Dearest,
I feel a million miles away, yet your wake makes me feel connected. Do your travels bode well? I pray that the sun’s warmth finds comfort upon your flesh and your grin ushering forth a new generation of flora to prey upon. The irony of finding me clasping hands together to pray is comical, yet I still do so.
I find myself viewing another window and attempting to create another door. Will you continue to overlook my endeavors, even if they are fool hearted as you would normally protest?
Your grin full of confidence is still etched upon my very being, I close my eyes and view your lower teeth sinking into the pale flesh of your bottom lip. This alone is enough to gather strength, that this fool requires due to the lonesome world that has been created.
Till our time together comes again.[/legend]
Cruel ocean blue orbs would begin to raise upwards, digits allowing for the balloon to travel upwards from bottom of the spire and as high as the upward draft would allow. All the meanwhile the post master showcasing signs of confusion as to why this was necessary, "A post office is the perfect place to send a letter, no matter the destination."
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Within the clutches of his left hand was that of a crimson balloon; he neatly attaches a mere card at the bottom.
[legend="- Letter -"]My Dearest,
I feel a million miles away, yet your wake makes me feel connected. Do your travels bode well? I pray that the sun’s warmth finds comfort upon your flesh and your grin ushering forth a new generation of flora to prey upon. The irony of finding me clasping hands together to pray is comical, yet I still do so.
I find myself viewing another window and attempting to create another door. Will you continue to overlook my endeavors, even if they are fool hearted as you would normally protest?
Your grin full of confidence is still etched upon my very being, I close my eyes and view your lower teeth sinking into the pale flesh of your bottom lip. This alone is enough to gather strength, that this fool requires due to the lonesome world that has been created.
Till our time together comes again.[/legend]
Cruel ocean blue orbs would begin to raise upwards, digits allowing for the balloon to travel upwards from bottom of the spire and as high as the upward draft would allow. All the meanwhile the post master showcasing signs of confusion as to why this was necessary, "A post office is the perfect place to send a letter, no matter the destination."
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