Niblesse lunark3/21/2023 ![]() She had therefore deduced that the flower was the expression of her love for Frankenstein and that had amazed her.ĭespite the late hour, she had gone down to the living room. The founders of the werewolf clan had apparently met because of that… She vaguely remembered that the legend had a very sad end, but she could not remember how it was. In her childhood, she had been told a story about flowers growing in people’s bodies. She had seen so many surreal things in her life to be very shocked. Lunark was certainly surprised at what was happening to her, but not scared. The flower had seemed to shine like a thousand galaxy as she twirled it between her fingers. The flower had fallen into the trembling hands of Lunark, who, wide-eyed, had silently contemplated the wonder that her body had created. A plant had grown in her, blooming a flower with blue petals to her lips. It had appeared the night Frankenstein touched her hand by accident when he was serving her tea.Īt that moment, alone in her bed as at that moment, she had felt with amazement a feeling of embrace and warmth in her heart, and the sensation had grown, like an ivy clinging to a wall. The first flower had been the most magnificent. ![]() The spark of heat spread through her chest, weaving threads around her ribcage. She imagines him in his own room, looking at the stars at the same time as her.Īt this thought, she smiled with a bit of melancholy and put a hand against her heart. These nights she wanted to dream awake rather than sleep, she immersed her eyes in the cerulean immensities of the galaxy that reminded her of Frankenstein’s eyes. Her favorite was the one that had been called ‘NGC 1055’ by the scientists, but what Lunark nicknamed 'Blue Diamond’ in her head. The lights of the city hide them from the eyes of humans, but with her wolf’s eyes night vision, she distinguishes the color and shimmer of each galaxy. ![]() Thousands of stars dot the skies of Seoul. Lunark is lying on her bed, her eyes wide open and facing the window with large white curtains. ![]() The night is peaceful, just like the one that gave birth to the first flower. Flowers grow in the victim’s chest and eventually suffocate him if his love is not returned to him.” “Hanahaki is a disease that suffers a person living a unrequited love. ![]()
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