Notes

"How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I have become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home".

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." She says, still smiling.

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 spontaneous and sweet 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.

"There are certain things, Miss Himari, which although they may be fully or partially understood by many individuals, few feel them with equal surrender." Haein says and it is possible to see a glimmer of a gentle feeling of fondness in her unfathomable kabbalistic eyes, fecunde of bottomless and impassive calm.

"No, you are your own light. I am the darkened tunnel whose interior is lined with mirrors. Myself, Miss Himari, reflect that fulgurous flame which is entirely yours." Her words stripped of any doubt; the frankness blazing in her gaze. "I am the moth conjured by your light." 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.

While Himari closes her eyes to feel the kiss on her forehead, Haein concentrates her own thoughts on a black hot air balloon. "It is a dazzling night for a hot air balloon ride, don't you think?" Haein whispers mellifluously into the shorter one's mind, who will to open slow the eyes, finding herself embraced by a breathtaking landscape. They were now inside the black hot air balloon aroused by the taller admiring from a virginal sky teeming with stars, the place being blessed by the splendorous moon shining dramatically mellow and effulgent in the blue mantle. 🦋

[Note: It was a pleasure to send you the song. Your joy is a sublime thanks, Miss Himari. I believe there is a poetic justice in the act of having done it, since this detail had your person as its source. As you have noticed, one of the songs most cherished by the soul of mine accompanies this new paragraph. I feel this may find an echo on your heart. By the way, I took the liberty of celebrating our connection with an avatar, it hides our symbol in itself from many eyes—but not yours.]