
In the middle of the dark night, a young man was seen standing under a tree in a miserable state. His pale face, eyes that radiated emptiness, and aura that was so mysterious had perfectly decorated the young man.
The air tonight is very cold. The rain that still continues to leave its specks even though it is not as intense as before. Occasionally the speck was seen falling and penetrating the young man's body.
Some objects can be seen hovering and surrounding his clasped hands, small dry brown objects can be seen spinning and occasionally falling over the rain. A few moments later, the object that had fallen back floated and immediately approached the grasp, surrounding it exactly as before.
Moments later the young man floated up and sat on a tree trunk that felt sturdy. Even if the trunk has been weathered, it does not matter if he occupies it. The young man sat leaning against a large tree trunk. He was so silent with a hard-to-explain look. The brown eyes that used to light up now looked faintly.
Every now and then his gaze was fixated on his own fist, a pile of tiny jasmine flowers had withered and dried up. There was no longer a fragrant fragrance as fierce as some time before. All that remains is the thick aroma of dead flowers.
His face lowered, constantly staring at his own hands. I don't know what he will do in a moment, which is clear maybe he will find more jasmine to scent his weakened body.
Sandra
That subtle sigh was quite audible even though the sound of rain seemed to be able to drown him. The young man called out the name of a girl which was enough to make him feel weak. A human child who is able to make him forget his own world. Sometimes it is hard to come back to the truth.
A few moments later the young man stood up straight from his seat earlier. His eyes lit up, his hands chipped, and it was seen that some of the surrounding objects had entered into an extremely powerful aura circle. He turned and surrounded the body of the young man.
The blink of an eye he had been in a different place than before. He stood on a large tree. Seen below there a figure of a hairy creature was standing in front of a window room of a house. The black creature was seen clawing at the walls of the room with its sharp nails, as if he was trying to hurt the owner inside.
The young man nyalang saw what was going on down there, his eyes seemed to emit a strong fire. He will finish off the creature with his own hands.
The creature screamed loudly as the young man began to strangle his neck. The person in pain was trying to fight back and free himself. But when his red eyes were shackled with the young man, he was immediately startled and stopped fighting.
"The free?"
The young man let go of his hand when he heard the opponent in front say his name. He only realized that what he was strangling was genderowo, his friend all along.
Ask genderowo while jumping around in disbelief. He seemed to be circling around the courtyard so excitedly.
"we thought you'd forgotten about this place"
The ghost boy from above the tree, he had already been there since hearing the genderowo scream.
There was no reply from Dreanda, the young man looked puzzled by his current state. Since then, his emotions have been ignited. He himself did not know why all of a sudden it happened, what might his energy tell if his girl was in danger? But what kind of danger?
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