[ The sylleblossoms sway in the soft breeze, silent like the tears that form at the corners of her eyes. The maturation of her voice does not counter the hurt she so obviously feels. It is clever of the dream that, in a reversion to one’s childhood, it symbolize that this is a pain she has carried onto adulthood; but, so too does it give an opportunity for resolution.
It is with this that realization manifests: they were never meant to find her mother, for she is gone, and any illusion would be a false hope. The true conflict of the realm— and the one more difficult to resolve by accepting mourning— had been this child’s heart all along.
Hollow, heavy metal shifts as he kneels down, causing a blunted, earthen sound as his knee makes contact with the ground. Now more level with her, he speaks, his voice gentler, slower, and— perhaps— encouraging. ]
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It is with this that realization manifests: they were never meant to find her mother, for she is gone, and any illusion would be a false hope. The true conflict of the realm— and the one more difficult to resolve by accepting mourning— had been this child’s heart all along.
Hollow, heavy metal shifts as he kneels down, causing a blunted, earthen sound as his knee makes contact with the ground. Now more level with her, he speaks, his voice gentler, slower, and— perhaps— encouraging. ]
What else did your mother like?