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The gentle breeze whisks the floral aroma from the fields of flowers into the air. Zhang San closes his eyes and opens his arms, welcoming the loving graze of the wind against his cheeks. His DYI blond dyed hair sways effortlessly in the motion. The stray flower petals gently tickle his flesh as they ride on the wind's flow.
Mistwood, as the locals call his place, reminds him of the lush mountainous range of the Qinling mountains. Full of fauna and overgrowth, the Qinling mountain range provided Zhang San moments of deep meditation-- if his mind would allow it.
Suddenly, Zhang San notices he isn't alone. He opens his eyes and looks over his shoulder to see another enjoying the beautiful scenery. Slowly, Zhang San lowers his arms to his side, nodding his head. "Remarkable, isn't it? In one part of his place is riddled with skyscrapers and smog... then you have the Mistwood, teeming with life."
Zhang San realizes how forward he has been and immediately clams up. "Ah... ignore me," he says quietly, looking away from the other man. While he wasn't timid as it was necessary to make friends on his travels to survive and find odd jobs, there were times when another part of himself that he never knew had reveals itself-- like it's been lying dormant all this while.
