[Flowers so beautiful that you'd want to stay there forever.
The phrase sounds like a lost fragment of poem or something from legend... like the Greek tale of Odysseus and the land of the lotus eaters entranced by the plant and its taste. Her eyes are so wide, they cannot get any wider, but... the tears can shimmer and obscure her vision slightly, despite her struggle to keep them in.
So much to see--]
I wanted to see it in my world...
[Even though the shape of her feet made it clear that she was not capable of walking the wide expanses by herself, she'd still hoped...]
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The phrase sounds like a lost fragment of poem or something from legend... like the Greek tale of Odysseus and the land of the lotus eaters entranced by the plant and its taste. Her eyes are so wide, they cannot get any wider, but... the tears can shimmer and obscure her vision slightly, despite her struggle to keep them in.
So much to see--]
I wanted to see it in my world...
[Even though the shape of her feet made it clear that she was not capable of walking the wide expanses by herself, she'd still hoped...]
And now it's too late, isn't it...