Fleeting Blossoms Like A Dream Novels & Stories

"Edward, please collect the pieces of that book and make sure that every last page is burned." As we step into the valley and make our way through all the cherry blossom trees, I know that this shall be the parting scent that I shall know my beloved as. But what moves me beyond the beauty of their pink flowers is the rows of fairies that bid us farewell as we leave. They, too, do not know my beloved, but my beloved is receiving their blessing into the world beyond. One small tear escapes my eye; I believe these shall become frequent for a long time, if not forever.

Her hair fanned out in the wind in layers like tentacles and blood trickled down her eyes as she spoke in nothing but echoes. "A blooming rose attracts two maidens. The scent of it shall cause the cherry blossoms to flourish and the Belladonna to wither. Love will find one and break the other. You, Alexios Rose, shall be the architect of all their undoing."

- Get up, Vic, please, can you. How long had he not dreamed, probably since childhood. How long have such bizarre pictures surprisingly similar to reality flashed before our eyes. The palms felt the hard grass digging into the skin, but there was no pain. Multi-colored spots blurred before my eyes, played with all the shades of the rainbow, concentrated in a single drop of moisture sliding along the bright green leaf of the plant. For a very long moment, the drop stopped, froze at the very edge and, flashing silver in parting, fell down. It broke off to break, to break into a thousand unknown entities that scattered like dust in the air.

ALINA I felt weightless, floating in a haze of warm light, surrounded by the soft scent of blooming flowers. My favorite flowers. When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in a vast field of endless blossoms, each petal shimmering under the sun. The sky above was an endless blue, and everything around me felt surreal, like a dream.

Right then, it doesn't take me another second to realize that I'm in a dream. Great. The armies of white lilies stretch out as far as my eyes can see, all glowing softly under a silver white sky spread with sunlight that warms my skin. The air smells sweet, and a gentle wind stirs the petals in a soft dance that steals my breath away. The scene is unlike anything beautiful I've ever seen in my life. Unable to resist, I let my fingers feel the lilies around me. The sudden little sparks that rock my body tingle my skin so much I start smiling, loving the intense sensations.

There was no ground beneath her, only soft clouds swirling around her feet, in shades of lilac and periwinkle, alive and shifting like a dream. The air was warm and fragrant, humming faintly with enchantment. Ethereal birds with translucent wings glided overhead, while violet butterflies, large as Cressida’s palms flitted between blooms sprouting from invisible walls. In the distance, a silver tree shimmered like starlight, its diamond-like leaves whispering secrets above arched branches that reached toward a sky of infinite wonder.

The garden never bloomed. There was only the appearance of blooming within the ever-bloomed. The white flowers never opened or closed. There was only the appearance of opening and closing within the ever-open. The tragedy never happened. There was only the appearance of tragedy within the ever-whole. The return never occurred. There was only the appearance of return within the ever-home. The rest never began. There was only the appearance of rest within the ever-resting. The breath never moved. There was only the appearance of movement within the ever-motionless.

Just yesterday, there were still bulbs hanging on the tip of the stems, now those bulbs had turned into yellow, fully bloomed flowers. “Daffodils,” she absently murmured for there is a strange image that flashed inside her mind: daffodils growing right on her feet. The recollection of the strange dream she had come to her like thunder striking her memory. She remembered it now. Every detail of it. The lonely wolf howled at a full moon. She remembers being rooted on the ground atop a hill like a tree, flowers that are very similar to this one growing in her backyard were sprouting right through the skin of her feet, the goddess who called for her and then floats to the sky. She remembered her

Dream... you are my dream. You come and go as you wish, Even when I am awake. My heart flutters spreading its wings, Sensing your heat. Losing myself alone in my room, My body blooms, smelling you. You arrived like rain, Sending shivers with your gaze. Makes me wanna get drench, Soaking my every inch. Look at me and touch. Teasing me is a bit much. Let me feel all of you. And let the storm slowly brew.

Such a blooming process, under the focused gaze of everyone, was quickly completed. Faintly like dancing clouds in the high sky; Faintly like dewdrops condensing into tears; Faintly like an eagle soaring out of a vast forest, like a small rabbit escaping from a sturdy cage. Emma's dance was gentle, graceful, and flowing. With her dance, small and large flowers intertwined, petals overlapping, some petals shyly closing while others unfolded, and various flowers bloomed on the pure white folding screen. Amidst the blossoms, the silhouette behind the folding screen danced gracefully. As the music quickened, the flowers on the screen bloomed faster, more abundantly, energetically, and enthusiast