The real bloom is never the brief moment of blooming, but the moment of endless struggle in the mud and the final fulfillment of destiny; I am willing to bloom in the sunshine with people coming and going, and I am also willing to bloom quietly in the mud, and finally see my sun, even if I stand in front of him with bruises all over my body.
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A letter from an old friend from afar came to Euricton:
When I saw him again, he never had such a green face again
He said he wanted to take me somewhere - in his heart
The depths of Euricton are filled with dark humanity
"I grow freely under the love you watered, and the vines pierce my heart. My love for you will never change until death."
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The sun will teach you what love is
Get to know you slowly until I love you
Will care about everything about you
Share all interesting things with you
Will not force myself to do anything
This is just the most obvious love of the sun
Accompany him in his transformation until he blooms
Intention: Transformation