When I was walking my deer back to the camp with some freight on, that is when I first saw her.
From far away, I could see a girl with pale-pale skin and long, white/lilac hair, riding a white horse. She was in no hurry. The horse was gliding, swimming, and so was the girl. It would have been so hard to notice her, she seemed like a ghost. And I wasn't even sure if she was real.
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As our paths met, I caught a glimpse of her eyes and, in that very moment, I instantly lost my way forever. She had no pupils, but enormous, foggy irises that I entered unwillingly. Fog suddenly embraced me and I was not able to escape. All the emptiness that I had ever felt in my life has returned to me that instant, gently stroking my heart, sucking the oxygen out of my lungs.
When I had awoken, she had already passed me and all I could see was her palid, cosmic hair, blown by the wind. It was something beyond all the galaxies in our small existence.
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I would never have the words to describe her even if I dedicated my entire life to writing.
From a distance, she looked like a ghost. She was from a different world, oblivious and distant, like a glitch in the system.
But if you look into her lilac, foggy eyes, you will lose the way in your life. Nothing will make sense anymore. You will literally lose yourself in the fog.
So don't approach her. Don't talk to her. Don't share her emptiness.
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When I look into people's eyes, I can see their soul. With this girl, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see anything, not a flicker. Either it is hidden so deep inside that no one would ever see it, or she has none at all. Tears reached me.
Encounters of "Kirin", the wondering rider.
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