Novel & Cerita Fleeting Blossoms Like A Dream

Phedra Elizabeth lightly plucked a flower, crushed it, and dropped it on the ground. “No matter how beautiful flowers are, they will fade. Love also blooms like flowers jostling each other to bloom, when they die, it's also a colorless flower that no one needs. If the flower wither is due to not being able to resist, being weak and then sowing the fate of others, then no matter how beautiful, no matter how beautiful, even if there is no comparable flower, it will die." "The saddest thing is that the most beautiful flower loses to a flower that is not even a real flower, does not show off its color, does not give off a fragrance but is eye-catching, sparkling in the eyes of those who cherish

Just to get away from here. But I know that was impossible for now. If I continue to fly without destination, continue to fly in the air without a thought and rest there’s no doubt I would fall and crash. If I were to let the wind just guide me, I will surely get lost. As the stars yearn for the sun in the vast night sky, as the leaves rustle in search of the one. I, too, used to have a dream. A dream in which cherry blossom petals fell freely from the sky while the dove and crow flew freely in contrast, but still in ethereal beauty.

ʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sʜɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ

I have no idea how long I reveled in sheer ecstasy over finally getting him to want me before I fell into a deep, dream filled slumber. I rarely remembered my dreams, but this time it was so vivid that it seemed real. I stood in the middle of a sea of wildflowers with scents that were both intoxicating and alluring. Closing my eyes, I inhaled through my nose until my lungs could hold no more. Feeling delightfully heady from nature’s sweet floral bouquet, I slowly and reluctantly exhaled.

Brawen's eyes slowly closed, the real scene in front of her completely disappeared. In a dream, the scene in front of her completely disappeared, and another dimension suddenly appeared in sight. It was in a place with a lot of roses, red roses growing on the ground like carpet, in the middle of that sea of flowers, there were two people standing. They seem completely isolated from the outside world.

"Go to sleep. I'll protect you okay? No one is going to hurt you." Nodding, I pressed my body into his as I closed my eyes once again and this time when I dreamed, I dreamed of summer and sweet-smelling flowers. I dreamed of Hunt too and the hours we'd spend collecting said flowers, making love in those fields of flowers. Enjoying the smell of each other and nature as we became one soul, each craving for the others touch. And slowly I felt peace wash over me.

She clenched her lower lip between her teeth, sighing in defeat. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t– I exhaled slowly—and blew. The tiny florets detached immediately, drifting up and away in a soft, weightless dance, carried off by the breeze.

ALAYNA’s POV I am dreaming again. And like all the ones that came before, it does not feel like a dream. The sun is setting and I stand in the middle of a vast meadow, the air heavy with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth. A gentle breeze tugs at the edges of my hair, carrying with it petals that drift lazily across the sky. I close my eyes for a moment, taking in all the serenity that surrounds me. The quiet, the softness of the wind and the colors of the sky melt into each other. Everything is so perfect, so still.

The light from the Soul Flower blooming in the physical world shattered the boundaries of reality, sweeping across the dream world like a purifying tidal wave. Colors returned, the sky became a night blue speckled with stars, buildings regained their true forms, and thousands of tethered souls fell to the ground, jolting awake from the collective dream with gasps of breath and tears of relief.

*Poppy* I had a dream last night that started with me running through a field of wildflowers, the sun shining, and the wind in my hair. I was chasing after love, and it felt exhilarating like I was on the brink of something unique. But as I ran, the scenery around me began to change. The once vibrant field turned into a desolate wasteland, the sun disappeared behind dark clouds, and the wind turned into a bitter, cold gale. Suddenly, I was alone in this barren landscape, with no one in sight. The love I had been chasing after had vanished, leaving me stranded in a lonely, loveless world. The feeling of loneliness and heartache was overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of d