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🎁 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝: @sunlessea & 81.

Indulgence comes fully after life of a mortal is cut short, when there is no end to one's life. Even after countless deaths, you might as well indulge and enjoy. Creatures of the night, hiding in sunlight. Creatures of the water, hiding under the ground. Admiration for love and the longing for it remains, even beneath the ground within the fallen city. Dramatics, beauty, and newfound interests. Even in this land that lacks the sun, eyes of gold will shine in search. A book of poetry in her hand, reading off the words of love written for someone who is not her: "Oh the sun and moon both know such love can only grow. Je vois la vie en rose," Zarina reads with emotion, bringing forth the very meaning the author wished to leave on these pages. "Feel the magic in the air, enchantment everywhere. Je vois la vie en rose!" But can [it] feel the same beauty? Write it down on the paper and indulge in life's most romantic bliss? It is ancient, is it not? It must've seen enough. "It's such a waste to have these books gather dust instead being read out loud. Allow me to indulge in reading before it will be given to you, it's one of my favorites. What if I'll never see this book again, Mr. Pages?"

— loving la vie en rose by path to nowhere.