𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐅𝐔 .ᐟ 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬

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❝𝙥𝙞𝙥𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬.❞

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꒰ BITTER VICTORY ꒱

જ⁀➴ the aerospace has been decorated by the heavenly sunset, as it had been blotched by ochre clouds, the burning star infiltrated the celestial veils, overshadowing the atmosphere in coppery tints. a dreamscape it was; the heated beams embracing the earthly ground like it was one of its own, offering nimble tenderness to the soil and horde alike. the theme of warmth orchestrated a deep sense of tranquility, as soothing as a bird's melody, it strolled along the brisk of the zephyr. the wind carried upon its back the regrets of many, and the sorrows of warriors. the daylight has been there since the very beginning, witnessing the misery of all, but as of now, it was bidding goodbye to its children.

[Name] stilled in the middle of the faux turf, her eyes half-lidded, her mien a show of her inner weariness. her chest heaved up and down, her lungs attempting to catch the air it once had, and lost. the goalpost in her line of vision blurred due to her exhaustion, and she had half the mind to lay right on the harsh texture of the viridescent field. the [hair color] haired had scored the deciding goal of today's match. yet, the bundling explosion of happiness never graced her heart, she felt unusually hollow. the football players went silent as soon as the whistle that indicated the end of the game blew, and they all stared at the disguised girl, some in glee, and some in jealousy.