Uncommon MYO

{  drifting between bliss and the familiar tug of yearning and despair.  }

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throughout her whole life, daphne has likened herself to the plant which grows alongside her shell, the same one present all-throughout the planet she has observed for the longest. her home, in a way: she still resides there, even now, even if she cannot take in the scenery anymore, even if she has pricked her finger on the spindle of fate and fallen into a deep sleep. yet, in the darkness between wakefulness and death, all chullihyang sees is a blinding light.