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Quoted By: >>25558187
/co/, it's time for you to face your mistakes.
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>The sun was setting. The shadows stretched, as the evening begun to give way into the night. A lone man walked through the meadow, carrying a small bag, as the breeze played with his hooded cape.
>Even without a road to follow, he didn't seem lost. His stride was sure, although he didn't come here as often as he would like, he had memorized the way to the last step. He picked up the pace, as he saw his destination on the horizon; a small tombstone covered in white flowers.
>Kneeling by its side, he began to unpack slowly, careful not to break any of the things he had brought: A portrait, incense, and a small pot, with two matching cups. After that, he remained unmoving, feeling the last rays of the fleeing sun.
>He breathed deeply as he removed his hood, observing the portrait with a sad smile. He removed the ash of the previous incenses, while he placed the new ones. With a small focus, he created a flame in his palm, and lit them. Then he took the dry sticks he had gathered along the way, and simply willed the fire in his hand onto the fuel.
>Solemnly, he placed the pot over the fire, and waited for it to boil.
If you've ever written a /co/ related fanfic, you must post it here.
>The sun was setting. The shadows stretched, as the evening begun to give way into the night. A lone man walked through the meadow, carrying a small bag, as the breeze played with his hooded cape.
>Even without a road to follow, he didn't seem lost. His stride was sure, although he didn't come here as often as he would like, he had memorized the way to the last step. He picked up the pace, as he saw his destination on the horizon; a small tombstone covered in white flowers.
>Kneeling by its side, he began to unpack slowly, careful not to break any of the things he had brought: A portrait, incense, and a small pot, with two matching cups. After that, he remained unmoving, feeling the last rays of the fleeing sun.
>He breathed deeply as he removed his hood, observing the portrait with a sad smile. He removed the ash of the previous incenses, while he placed the new ones. With a small focus, he created a flame in his palm, and lit them. Then he took the dry sticks he had gathered along the way, and simply willed the fire in his hand onto the fuel.
>Solemnly, he placed the pot over the fire, and waited for it to boil.
