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☁ янσ∂є ☂ кαмєℓσт ♪ ([info]indreams) wrote,
@ 2011-08-05 23:30:00


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On The Edge Of A Dream That You've Had
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast, endless wheat field. The golden stalks ripple in a gentle breeze as if a burnished sea, carrying carrying with it the scent of saltwater and sand. In the far distance - just beyond the trees over yonder - there is the sound of crashing waves just under that of crying gulls.

A dirt path crosses the center of the field, passing a tree. The tree itself is gnarled, warped, and looks like something that threatens to fall over at even the slightest of breezes. Yet, it bares the sweetest-smelling peaches that could ever be imagined...

... or dreamed. This is a dream, can't you tell...?...

... or maybe it isn't...

... a wooden panel strung between two pieces of rope dangle from one of the tree's branches; a crude swing. It sways back and forth in the breeze.

To the North, there is the sound of crashing waves. To the South, a mountain range.

Where will you go?


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[info]wronghappiness
2011-08-06 01:51 am UTC (link)
[Well, Kanda certainly doesn't remember having any kind of dream like this. He stands in front of the tree, glancing up at it and its fruit, then the swing. He couldn't help but wonder why he was dreaming about this place, but didn't think much of it when he heard the sounds of the ocean.

He glanced around, trying to see where the ocean was, and with it in his sights set off in that direction.]

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[info]indreams
2011-08-06 02:10 am UTC (link)
[The path unfurls underfoot, the dirt and gravel giving way very slightly, as if urging Kanda to follow it toward the ocean. It ascends a slight hill and dead-ends at the top of it. The sounds of crashing waves still dances along the wind, but it's still a distance away. The only evidence of it is the ribbon of blue that lines the edge of a cliff.

There is a cabin here. A log cabin with a wrap-around porch and smoke pluming delicately from the chimney.

The path at Kanda's feet branches here. To the left, it heads straight to the cabin's front porch. To the right, it disappears along the horizon.]

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[info]wronghappiness
2011-08-06 02:34 am UTC (link)
[Kanda pauses, taking a long look at the cabin. It captures both his attention and curiosity for a moment, but he decides to carry on down the long, winding path.

The house was none of his business.]

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[info]indreams
2011-08-06 02:46 am UTC (link)
[If that is what Kanda wishes to do~ Though the flashes of blue and what is unmistakably yellow-blond in the window is hard to miss...

The path comes to the edge of the cliff where there is an immediate and immense drop.]

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[info]wronghappiness
2011-08-06 03:26 am UTC (link)
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dfjhg Stopping and taking a few steps back. Do not want to walk off.]

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