Tsukino Chang'e did not consider herself to be ordinary, since she frequently experienced dreams involving a man whose voice seemingly summoned her. In addition, whenever the influence of dark forces descended, she was obligated to assist her sister...
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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚
As his body jolted upward, he let out a sudden, sharp gasp, his eyes widening as the pain in his chest worsened. His breathing was labored, and cold sweat traced down his brow, dampening his skin. He shut his eyes, trying to maintain his composure and ease the anxiety within himself, wanting to be clear-headed and relaxed. His mouth hung wide open, his chest rising and falling with each deep, audible breath, as he pushed the air in and out of his nostrils.
He lifted his eyelids, revealing tired eyes, and hoisted his body off the bed. The discomfort in his torso still lingered, though it had not intensified since several minutes had passed. He stepped towards the window and pulled back the curtains, allowing natural light to fill the room.
His pupils took in the sight, his mind's eye presenting before him a picture of a fair-skinned woman with a flow of mint-green tresses, her eyes shrouded, adorned in a pristine white garment. A heavy weight settled in his heart as his thoughts turned to her words, which resonated with a sorrowful, yearning tone: "My heart aches because you've forgotten me, my love."
Despite his yearning, there was a pang of despair deep within him, knowing that he would never be able to embrace her and offer her the comfort and solace she so desperately needed. She had slipped away too fast, and he was left with naught but the sweet memory of her, wishing he had moved quicker.
This was the pattern that plagued him, the dream of her always present as the beacon of his subconscious mind, a constant reminder of what he did not have but so desperately sought. Her words had once been, "Find me and the Silver Crystal," but they had changed yesterday, becoming "Remember me, please." How her plea echoed within him, and he wished for nothing more than to oblige.
He shut his eyelids, the darkness enveloped him, and he delved into the depths of his memory, sifting through the various fragments of his dream, searching for that elusive clue that would grant him insight into her identity. All he was presented with was crystal clear images of a big crystal, snow, ruins and her. She stood among the turmoil, a stoic figure perched in the center, absorbing the cacophony of sounds, sensations, and emotions that emanated from all directions. A sea of disquietude that engulfed her, an eternal storm that would never fade, yet she remained steadfast, unmoved by the chaos.
She stood with the cosmic backdrop of twinkling stars and a giant celestial sphere, which could only be the Earth, behind her. A captivating and boundless universe, an intricate system of planets, suns, and galaxies, all framed by her silhouette. The infinite wonder of the cosmos, a magnificent and jaw-dropping spectacle, inviting her to join them in their eternal dance.
Her stature, posture, and demeanour were not of a mere mortal but that of a regal and divine entity. The beauty of her form, the elegance of her movements, the grace of her presence, she was the embodiment of a queen, almost a goddess, a divine manifestation, a being of celestial caliber.
