The leaves were singing.
The leaves stirred as the night breeze brushed through... through the gaps between the foliage, gently opening up spaces that revealed the gorgeous, twinkling stars in the silent night sky. It was unclear where this place was... only that it was a forest, shrouded beneath the dark night.
Through the rows of trees...
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Someone, or some kind of being, was leaning against the trunk of a tree, fast asleep.
His long, platinum-silver hair was tied up. He possessed heterochromia eyes-one yellow and one purple...
And above his head, a pair of horns whose colors seemed to reflect the night sky, with the surrounding stars shining as brightly as celestial bodies.
He bore a weary look.
His attire was not overly elaborate.
"He" was not some creature from a fairy tale.
Yet, he possessed the beauty of a girl... stepping right out of one.
..
He leaned there... lost in thought.
Silent.
As if to gaze at the beautiful night sky...
He did not know when this beautiful moment would end...
.
A shooting star streaked across the sky...
But he didn't care whether that shooting star would grant a wish or not.
Then, in a fleeting moment of contemplation... he remembered...
About his beloved mother...
He didn't speak to her very often.
He was afraid.
He was anxious.
No... but then again, maybe...
His mother... she often had a few delicate issues that were difficult to discuss with her husband.
.
"How long have I been avoiding her..?
A month?
.....A year?
I don't know..."
He looked through the tree canopies once more.
The leaves...
The wind weaving through seemed to make them sway.
The leaves were singing.
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