Notes

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Haein contemplates the resplendent smile gloriously framing the now peaceful countenance of the young woman still in her arms. She is aware that on her own lips blooming, lazily, a warm smile. "Or, perhaps, is the continuation of something truly beautiful with thick roots in past lives, preserved on our souls like the bubble bee eternalized on amber." Would that theory find an echo in Himari's heart, that the bond that unites them may come from previous lives?

Haein had watched the gradual expansion of Himari's aura, and then its projection towards her. The aura of the shorter girl now adopted the multicolored incandescent whose rebirth Haein had witnessed during their—brief, but sweet and spontaneous—adventures around the world. When Himari conjured Haein's presence, the fading of certain colors and the fiery presence of others in her aura was tangible to Haein. So, in order to turn the situation around in favor of the shorter girl, Haein allowed herself to be led by her intuition, resulting in the greetings with such iconic vows that transmuted into true vows of friendship. The taller woman felt the consummation of the connection between them the instant she took Hirami in her arms, as their auras intertwined, like tree roots, progressively. This auric entanglement was not definitive, it was being nurtured by both of them second by second after it had happened.

Having Himari chained comfortably in her arms raised up on her mind, for a split second, the flickering image of an anatomically correct heart-shaped stone. She could almost smell the fragrance of flowers emerging through its fissures. For a long time, the stone stopped flourishing and the green leaves peeking out from the clefts, here and there, withered wretchedly as if they were in mourning.

"There are certain things, Miss Himari, which although they may be fully or partially understood by many individuals, few feel them with equal surrender. There are certain things, Miss Himari, which although they may be fully or partially understood by many individuals, few feel them with equal surrender." Nevertheless, when their eyes converge, there is no detectable trace of that reminiscence on the unfathomable kabbalistic eyes, fecunde of bottomless and impassive calm—only a glimmer of a gentle feeling of fondness.

"No, you are your own light. I am the dark tunnel whose interior is lined with mirrors. I, Miss Himari, reflect that fulgor which is entirely yours and which you thought buried, thrown into the abyss of the absence.". After feeling the kiss and the rub on her cheeks, Haein holds, gently, the face of the young woman with both hands to place a soft and respectful kiss on the forehead of Himari. "I am the moth conjured by your light." 🦋

Note: It was a pleasure to send you the song.]