#cloudy moment

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Cloudy Moment

Narrated by Yuntan.

Narrator: We have an unexpected visitor in the valley on the night of my second ever Cloud New Year.

Narrator: It's a cold night, and all the trees and plants make it all the more difficult to tell the way.

Narrator: The man has a lantern in his hand and is pacing back and forth on the dark mountain road.

Flower: Hey! Are you here for trekking?

Narrator: I wave my leaves at the man excitedly, but he just looks around, not noticing me.

Man: Holy, this is proving to be a lot more difficult than I thought. When am I ever gonna be able to get back in town?

Flower: But what are you in such a rush for? Why not slow down and take a look around you?

Man: What's that smell? A flower?

Flower: So you finally notice me? Look this way! Hey! I'm going to bloom!

Narrator: After spending some time pacing around, the man runs into me, which freaks me out.

Flower: My, you're a rude one!

Narrator: The man is totally unaware of what just happened. When he raises his lantern high up, however, he gasps.

Man: What a beautiful flower! And who would have expected to find a flower like this in such a dark mountain!

Narrator: What a pleasant remark, but that doesn't mean I've already forgotten about what he just did. I flit my petals.

Flower: You aren't the most well-mannered of people, but I can still forgive you if you know how to appreciate my beauty. I'm the most beautiful of flowers in this valley!

Narrator: But the man quickly looks away. He doesn't seem like he's going to write a poem, nor does it seem like he's going to gift me to a girl.

Man: Sir Li is a man of culture, and he loves flowers of all kinds. He just might reward me properly if I tell him about this rare flower here!

Flower: Wait, where are you going? Aren't you going to spend some more time looking at me?

Narrator: The man left without taking another look at me. The light of his swaying lantern was the last thing I saw.

Narrator: I'm no stranger to seeing people and things come and go. Strangely enough, however, I had never felt so alone until I saw the man leave.

Flower: Why didn't he bother taking just one more look at me, though? I'm so beautiful.

Narrator: Silence.

Narrator: I wake up to some noise the next day, right around when the first beam of sunlight has greeted the world.

Man: It's here! It's right around here, Sir Li!

Narrator: It's the man from yesterday. He is followed by an extremely well-dressed, middle-aged man, and the two of them are encircled by a group of robust young men.

Flower: Didn't think you'd come to visit me with so many people. What a pleasant surprise!

Narrator: I try to stand straight and greet him with my leaves.

Flower: Right over here!

Narrator: The man, however, is looking all over the place except at me.

Man: Sir, I would never lie to you, but I really saw a huge flower last night.

Attendant: Nonsense. There's nothing but grass here!

Flower: It's me. Take a closer look...

Attendant: This isn't exactly the kind of place you should have taken us to around New Year.

Attendant: Are you sure it wasn't some supernatural being you ran into?

Attendant: Poor guy was probably just daydreaming!

Narrator: I bet these people didn't come for the flowers here, because they didn't even bother looking at me!

Flower: He's telling the truth, though! I'm pretty when I bloom! You just need to really look at me!

Choose either "They can't see you" or "They can't hear you."

If "see," ...

You: They don't recognize you, so they can't see you.

Narrator: Oh, right... I totally forgot that I look no different from grass when I don't bloom.

If "hear," ...

You: These are folk with no magic powers. They can't hear you.

Narrator: Not only can't they hear me, they don't recognize me when I don't bloom...

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Narrator: The middle-aged man is upset... so much so that he never notices that I'm right there.

Narrator: The man from the night before looks upset, too. He is pacing back and forth around me, and I'm hoping he can recognize me.

Flower: Nice guy, I bet you don't remember me, no? I was breathtaking when I bloomed, right?

Narrator: Without giving me so much as a response, he spits on the ground and leaves the valley.

Narrator: After the group left, I'm again all alone in the valley... with nothing except the chilly wind.

You: You okay?

Narrator: ...Fine. I don't want to be surrounded by people who don't appreciate my beauty anyway.

Narrator: Don't worry. I'm not feeling sad at all. I'm... just...

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Chapter 5

[emaadsidiki]

Pink Haze Paris France 🌆 سنہری جامنی گلابی شام

[missedmilemarkers]

[pen-of-roses]

Some people are made for the sun.

That's what all the stories and songs and pretty poems claimed anyway. Some people are made for the sun, others are made for the night. It's a pretty bit of flattery, one he's sure he's used before, easy to mimic and true enough if rather empty. After all, the golden frame of daylight can make most anything appear beautiful when positioned just right. Even the night can make one shine when the cloak of stars forces you to lean in close to see all.

But as he tilts his head to the sky, it's suddenly clear he was made for moments like this.

Moments where the sky is a dull white blanket of clouds. Where everything is covered in that pale and dreary haze that dims almost all the world's colors. Where the air is full of mist that can't be seen until it settles shining over his closed eyes and that faint trace of a smile. Where everything is hushed to hear calm and easy breaths. Where there's a chilled breeze that runs fingers through honey brown curls and paints his cheeks and twitching ear pink. Where he stands so vivid. Where he seems so at peace.

He could stand just as beautifully under the sun, just as pretty veiled in night, but the light would seem so harsh in comparison, the dark so consuming. An ill fit.

He was made for this grayed world. Made, not to create them, but to bring out the still beauty and the sharp edges and the quiet and real life in this world.

[downfalldestiny]

Ya ba7ri edini m3ak 🌊 !.

[animaallure]

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[i-like-gay-books]

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[phosphorus-noodles]

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[drsilasaslan]

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[emaadsidiki]

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[solar-halos]

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[reeve-in-a-suit]

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[animaallure]

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