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RM's Post ❇️

님들 저 격리시작.. 볼 거 추천좀요.. (https://www.weverse.io/bts/artist/1679107038518032)

Guys, my quarantine's started.. please recommend some things to watch..

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RM's Comment 💬 on ARMY's Post ❇️

💜: 한 달만에 한국 땅을 밟는군요. 남준이 귀국 소식을 이제서야 봤어요. 피곤한 모습일줄 알았는데 표정도 목소리도 좋아서 여행이 재충전에 큰 도움이 되었구나 싶었어요. 이제 자가격리에 들어갈 텐데 책도 읽고 영화도 보고 가족과 충분한 시간도 보내고 그냥 아무런 생각없이 멍하니 있어 보기도 하고 푹~ 쉬어요. 건강한 모습으로 돌아와서 반갑고 다행이에요. 어서 와요. 잘 왔어요.🤗🤗

RM: 고맙습니다 🇰🇷 (https://www.weverse.io/bts/feed/1679107030451804)

💜: So you're stepping on Korean soil after one whole month. I just saw the news about Namjoonie coming back to Korea. I expected to see you look tired but both your expression and your voice were fine so it seems like the trip really helped you recharge. You'll probably be entering to quarantine now so read a lot of books, watch a lot of movies, spend enough time with your family, and just spend some time zoning out, without any thoughts Have a good~ rest. It's a relief and a pleasure to see you come back healthy. Welcome. It's good to have you back.🤗

RM: Thank you 🇰🇷

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Six months later, and according to Cloud Strife, “Things aren’t bad”

(WELP, THERE WE GO. ALL DONE :D?)

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The Shining City

When the house burned, taking her dear mother with it, Caledona cut her hair and left her village behind. She’d heard stories about a shining city, across the pass, beyond the plain. A place of brilliant people with lives somehow different from the sad little soil and timber town where she’d been raised. Dressed in the clothes of her forgotten father, she walked as a man, talked as a man and adopted the name "Cal." While slender, Cal turned out to be a clever, hard-working boy, and he didn’t lack for farm work along the path. Many families offered a meal and a bed of hay in the barn. At one such stop, Cal was adrift on the hay, but woke as he heard a noise in the night. He rose in readiness. At the doorway, he met the widow, hushed in shadows, her soft breasts loosened to meet the moonbeams. She was the first of Cal’s women, and the memory of her scent never failed to stir his hunger. But there was always the call of the road. No matter how sweet the smile, how soft the lips, he couldn’t stay long. In the forests, Cal was a forester. On the sea, a sailor. Along the lonesome lands of dry weed and scrub, there was no work, no trade, no life but for those few who passed along through to something better. Cal told stories of the forest and sea to hard-eyed travelers and children crusted in salt and grit, crowned with oily locks. In return, he always asked if they’d heard of the shining city, across the pass, beyond the plain. Answers varied, depending on the speaker. All through the years, Cal walked as far as men can walk. He saw wonders: mountains that snagged the clouds, deserts that devoured rivers, dunes that walked, mighty cyclones of sand, spirals of water. A forest of rock carved down into columns. All manner of birds and bugs and beasts, dragons and ancient-eyed leviathans. Age brought silver hair and failing joints. Shorter days, slower progress, but still, Cal sought the shining city. And one fine morning, the air heavy with birdcall and the damp scent of ready soil, Cal peered across the crest of a hill and saw a shimmer emerging from the mist. With a charge in his chest, he quickened his step. By noon, he approached the edge of a shining city, alive with the noise of people, carts, animals. Cal entered the market, a blur of tents set with pyramids of spice, mountains of dates and nuts, garlands of hanging meats, tables of cheese, pails of crabs, fish and frogs. Tall buildings, rich costumes, packs of schoolchildren in tight formation. He walked the streets in wonder, admiring fountains and statues. It had taken a lifetime to find, this jewel of bright energy. Grinning, dazzled, he soaked in the splendor. And then, as he turned a corner, agape at angels in the lintels, he recognized a wooden church. Humble, crooked, dwarfed by its neighbors, it sat, alone, on small flat of green, a piece out of place, out of time. Settling pack and body onto a bench at the edge of the green, he turned to face the building of angels, a stone behemoth set on the place where he was born, eighty years before, a girl named Caledonia. The city he’d sought, grown up all around. Cal closed his eyes. He laughed. The end of the journey. The fool come home at last.

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