Novel & Cerita Cherry Blossom Depression Glass

Inside a small glass were beautiful cold cakes: soft tiramisu, smooth passion fruit mousse, sweet cheesecake, macarons of all colors, etc. "Hey Eden, I think you arrive at the end of this month?" The guy with surreal handsome blond hair raised an eyebrow. “I run out of quartz powder, and Abyss refused to use anything else. I explain a thousand times that a little jade doesn't kill anyone. But no, he is still nagging and nagging until its poor owner has to get away with it in the rain. A fluffy demon!" Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled.

A slight headache and a sense of disorientation lingered, as if I had been asleep for a long time. As I looked around, I took in the sprawling compound. It was surrounded by stunning cherry blossom trees, their flowers a breathtaking sight – nearly pure white, with delicate pink hues near the stem. The trees transformed the compound into a serene oasis. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soothing background noise.

There were steps heading up covered in green moss, decorated artfully with four-leaf clovers, clovers in general interspersed with small delicate pink stonecrop and purple Serbian bellflowers that delicately shaped a path. They climbed the seven steps into an atrium floor that opened up into a lighted area. A living room of sorts, if you ignored the only think separating them from the outside was another floor to ceiling tall sheet of glass. The room stood at a height of twelve feet with a glass ceiling that opened up with a floral design showcasing the evening sky, the dusky pink of the sun, creating an allure of transcendent cherry valance draping itself across the horizon, as the twilight

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________

There was a circle in the middle of the ceiling of the room that was made out of glass. I felt a slow hum of power and that's when my eyes fell on a small plant that looked like a tree in the very centre of the room. Pure moonlight fell on it mixed with the very first rays of the sun through the glass ceiling and it looked like it was glowing. Tiny white flowers had bloomed on it and I could see even smaller whitish-translucent berries like fruits. It looked very cute. "This is a Bonsai tree. It's a miniature tree that represents peace, harmony and balance." Nik educated. "And from the looks of it, this is exactly the tree that the lady told you to find."

“This is lovely. What is it?” “A rose,” the florist said. “Pink.” “Pink is perfect,” Chloe said, her tone thoughtful. “And maybe some lilies to go with them.” Adam added sprigs of greenery to the arrangement. “It’s going to look great. Even Mom would approve.” Chloe’s voice softened. “I hope so.” As they continued browsing, Adam spotted a small snow globe featuring a family of bears under a starry sky. He picked it up, shaking it lightly to make the glitter swirl.

My eyes widen at the sight of it. The rose is wilted, its petals on the verge of falling off. Beneath it is a glass reflecting my horrified reflection. I take the rose from the box to see what's beneath. There it is, a message in the middle of the glass, stroked in crimson. Happy 25th, Red. Love D. "Nonononono," I whisper in sheer panic, stuffing the rose back into the box and covering it quickly as I hear the doorknob rattling.

We walked amidst the cherry blossom trees; the petals raining on us even as the slightest wind passed by. I sat on a white marble bench beside the pond. Zephyr brought us two cups of sakura tea or cherry blossom tea. “They said this tea slows aging. Princess will look younger,” Zephyr said, sitting beside me. “I don’t wish to live a long life, anyway. Aging shouldn’t be a problem for me,” I said. “Why not?” Zephyr’s gaze had been filled with an unfathomable melancholy even since we entered the art gallery. It was just getting intenser every second.

I asked softly, my voice trembling as I stared at the glass case in the memorial house. It was a king of a display, holding memories that cut deep into my heart. Inside the showglass was a framed picture of my parents, their faces frozen in time—smiling, happy, full of life. Surrounding the photo were flowers, freshly laid, their vibrant colors contrasting the cold, sterile environment of the room. I stood there, my reflection merging with theirs in the glass, as if I were trying to be part of the memory. I wished I could turn back the hands of the clock and go back to that time when we were happy, full of happiness and had nothing bothering us.

“Great. I absolutely love what you’ve gotten together here tonight. That piece over there, the sculpture of Venus by Hozwitz? It’s divine. I think I may need that in my den.” Juliet grinned at him. That particular piece was getting a lot of attention. But then, all of them were. “You should definitely put in an offer,” she replied, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Did you see the Vinune?” That was the piece that had been temporarily misplaced. It was a gorgeous depiction of a woman with long dark hair covering her bare breasts as she looked hauntingly at the artist. Behind her, a storm raged out an open window. It was so realistic, whenever Juliet gazed at it, she thought she could