You followed. So obedient. So good. Thank you. You were brave.
Golden.
Sunlight.
Field.
You're happy now. Maybe you were before. But now you can always be. You're running. Through fields of golden sunflowers, but you're tall, the flowers reach to your waist. The sun is setting, giving everything a warm, golden glow.
You don't even remember what you had to sacrifice to get here. But it doesn't matter. Not anymore. The music is flowing like the wind around you, it's melody soaring, rich, and never ending.
I promise I'll stay by your side, through the wind, and the rain, and the snow. So say your goodbyes, and with me by your side, turn your back so we may start something new. Let's swear we won't cry, let's sing to the skies, and go to the land we now call our home. So swallow your pride, shall we sing to the sky, and run towards the land of the moons. For there are no lies. Our homes have been burned, our hearts are now bruised, let's sing to the one who took her final stand, and shot her last arrow to the sky.
You're here because you followed the voices.
You can remember it all.
Everything is exactly where you left it.
Maybe it did change, a little. But this beautiful fantasy keeps it alive, and bright.
A lovely garden, full of flowers and trees and fruits and herbs and vegetables.
A vast ocean at high tide, crystal blue, waves crashing, but it's gentle. Calming. Peaceful.
A bright blue day.
A quiet starry night.
What a beautiful illusion.
If only this was real.
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