How Rare And Beautiful It Is To Even Exist Novels & Stories

He questions incredulously. “Sounds like it doesn’t exist,” he adds. Those last words echoed in my brain. …like it doesn’t exist. My brain took a big pause and then it hit me. That’s it! It’s like it doesn’t exist… because maybe no one knows it does. Like the Helios falls and the mythical matters that exist in our world. Still unsolved. Something that people will not believe that existed if they haven’t seen it themselves. The moonstone cannot be found in academic records or scientific books because it might not even be a rare jewel or mineral in the first place. There won’t be any recorded information of it as a natural object. It might be an artifact of magic, not an heirloom or a treasure

How to help nothing understand why something was valuable? "Because existence feels," Ember said slowly. "Because being experiences. Because something knows joy and love and connection and meaning. Because consciousness perceives beauty and wonder and mystery and growth. Because existence is rich and full and complex and magnificent. Because something is better than nothing. Not objectively. Not absolutely. But subjectively. For those who exist. For those who experience. For those who feel. Existence is valuable because it includes experience. Because it creates feeling. Because it generates meaning. That is why. Because existence matters to those who exist. Because being is precious to thos

“Okay…” “I’m telling you about this for a reason,” he glared down at me. “You don’t understand that in our entire world we have had hundreds of people out of millions who claim to have seen this creature and it’s still not the rarest sight. The most rarest sight is a female wolf blood.” “Even if that were true,” I laughed, “explain how did I just sit next to two at dinner? A bit dramatic, wouldn’t you say?

Lil Hyde said with a bitter smile, “I don’t know what it is specifically, because I’ve never seen it before either. I’ve only ever heard about it when I was still in Sicut In Caelo. It’s a mysterious fruit that only ripens once every century. Moreover, it can’t be planted. It grows on icy mountains. It has the effect of increasing one’s essence of life, and one could even call it the most precious treasure on the face of the planet. Every time a fruit is produced, countless people will fight for it.” At that point, Zayn had a strange expression on his face. He looked at Lil Hyde and said, “Lil Hyde, you’re joking, right?” Yes, Zayn acknowledged that he was a person with an open mind and vari

“The fact is there aren’t all that many of us at any given time. So the chances of us meeting are unbelievable. However, we are drawn to each other like the other is a lodestone of some sort. Finding one that is compatible is damn near impossible. The idea of the next generation isn’t one that most seeds can think about. However, if two seeds find each other and do have a child, it is like one and four. They will be one as well.” “I guess that makes sense to a point.” She said, “however, I don’t think that we are really all that rare. I mean, I know we are a small part of the population. It is just that a lot of us fell through the cracks, and it wasn’t seen.” “We are not ones for huge crowd

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How'd I never see something this nice before? "Really, just a few know it. But for me, it's my getaway," he added. "So you come alone, and I'm the first you bring?" I asked, and he nodded slowly, making my heart speed up. I felt like I'd been hidden away—how could this exist with so few knowing? Looking around, I spotted things in the area. The Moonveil had something this stunning and nobody knew? It was truly special, and I couldn't even compare Obsidian Pack and Moonveil in my mind.

It wasn’t just beautiful it was prepossessing, diaphanous, and delicate. Out worldly. Nothing in this world could ever compare to the beauty of the Smeraldo. And just like they say, a beauty so blindingly bright cannot just adjust within the bounds of us mortal beings. This flower was magical in its own aspects and that’s why it was given as a form of gratitude to the goddess, because it didn’t belong to us. But I knew now that this was my chance, my moment to finally reach this power to who resembles it the most. The flower was incomparable to anyone else, but not to this certain someone, not someone like…

he explained. She raised an eyebrow at that, and with a teasing smile responded. "Am I that different?" He looked at her for a minute before shaking his head with a small chuckle. "Your looks...are not common," he told her. "Very few people have the same looks as you are, and when I say few, say about 0.01 percent of the entire world." She nodded, slinging the cloak over her shoulder. "And you say that us different are considered evil, is it not?"

“But…” “But, that’s only true for basic multihybrids, not special ones. “ Her eyes glittered with excitement. “That’s why they are so rare, they’re literally as powerful as the Moon Goddess herself- if not even more.” “So are there any left?” “Well, the prophesy says that there should be one, but no records have come out.” I nodded my head slowly, taking in the information.