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 Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 5:08 pm
Some miles from anywhere, in the depths of an ancient forest, is a walled estate. The walls, ragged and crumbled with age, are covered in vines, which strangely have reached the top, but not grown over. Strange too is the fact the gate is untouched by these plants. But, upon entering, there is a stranger sight to behold. The entire estate seems newly built in old Japanese style, every piece gleaming, every tile intact. The cherry blossom trees within the many courtyards are always in bloom, petals falling to the ground while the trees never seem to run out of them and the ground never seeming to have more than a few. For time has stopped here, centuries ago and everything within its walls is basked in perpetual twilight.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 5:34 pm
The gate creaks open as Arashi approaches and as she enters, it closes behind her. Once inside, she walked to one of the buildings, up the steps and then down an outdoor hall to the room she had claimed decades ago when she found this place.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 8:09 pm
(I feel so ignored......)
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 10:04 am
Maaka walks around in complete confusion of how she got to this strange place.
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