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a young girl with chocolate tresses parts two crossing branches adorned with pink magnolias and a small clearing, with just enough sunlight peeking through the trees over head, reveals itself to her. she takes a step forward, inhaling to fill her lungs with the sweet smell of flowers, but her face betrays the scenery as a slight pout tugs at her lips. she hasn’t felt this way since she was seven years old and she ran a little too far from her mother’s hand in the local supermarket. it’s bittersweet and liberating and it rests heavy on her heart.
is this what its like to be disconnected from the world?
the feeling nudges her forward-- small steps turn into leaps and bounds and suddenly she’s skipping through a field of mugunghwa blossoms until she finds herself on her back looking up at the sky, surrounding herself with millions of petals.
hana lets out a laugh, loud and unabashed.
her followers will never believe this shit.