When I woke up from the nightmare, tears blurred the world in front of me, and I couldn't tell which one was illusion and which one was reality. Why can't I see her clearly? Why can I never forget her indifferent expression, her white dress and black hair raised, her lips as delicate as flowers opened when she looked back, those words that I couldn't hear? The person I can't reach in the pure white world, it hurts my heart to see her getting further and further away from me. I'm as miserable as a scarecrow who can't be in my hands...
There is "fairy tale" in the label because this story contains sections such as "the knight fights through the thorns to save the princess", "the great goddess saves everyone", and "the beautiful bird is loyal to the promise to the goddess".
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Intention: The flowers are flying in your dream, stop! Cannot be found