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Beneath the Cherry Sky

The first time Ren saw Aoi, he was crouched beside the old vending machine outside the corner bookstore, sketching something into a tattered notebook. His blue hair shimmered faintly in the spring sun, like the sea had gifted him a crown. Ren almost walked past him. But the breeze carried a whisper of graphite on paper, the soft rustle of pages turning, and something made him stop. “You’re drawing?” Ren asked, unsure why he even said it. Aoi looked up, blinking once like he was waking from a dream. His eyes were a startling grey, like rain on glass. “…Yeah,” he said quietly. “You’re blocking my light.” Ren awkwardly stepped aside. “Sorry.” For a moment, they stared at each other. Then Aoi returned to his sketch, and Ren left, but something about that moment stayed with him — like a bookmark placed in a chapter he hadn't meant to read. Ren had moved to the seaside town of Hoshinawa after his mother passed away. He lived with his aunt above a quaint little flower shop, spent afternoons helping arrange lilies and writing poems he never let anyone read. The town was quiet, and Ren liked it that way — until he started seeing Aoi everywhere. At the bookstore. Near the cliffs. At the library where he sat in silence, scribbling in his notebook, always alone. They spoke rarely, but when they did, Aoi’s words were careful, like he measured every sentence before letting it out. He didn’t smile much — but when he did, it was faint, fragile, like a star peeking through a cloudy sky. One day, Ren found a sketch slipped into his poetry book at the library. It was a pencil drawing of the cherry tree that bloomed outside his flower shop — and beneath it, a figure that looked suspiciously like him. The next time he saw Aoi, he waited until they were both at the vending machine again. “You left this?” Ren asked, holding up the drawing. Aoi flushed, eyes darting. “Maybe.” Ren smiled. “I write poems about that tree.” “I know,” Aoi murmured. “I’ve read them. You leave the scraps behind.” A silence stretched between them — but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt… intimate. “I think,” Aoi said slowly, “your poems make me feel less alone.” Ren’s chest ached, soft and sudden. “I think your sketches do the same,” he whispered. And that was how it started. Over the weeks, they met more often. Exchanged words, drawings, half-written poems. They didn't need grand declarations. Their closeness grew in the quiet spaces — the brush of hands as they reached for the same book, the shared silence watching the sea, the way their shadows leaned into each other as the sun set. One day, under the blooming cherry tree, Ren turned to Aoi and said, “You make me want to write again.” Aoi looked at him, eyes gentler than ever. “Then write me something I can keep.” Ren leaned in, nervous but certain, and kissed him — soft, slow, like poetry in motion. And in that moment, the world wasn’t loud or broken. It was just them — beneath the cherry sky, finding something beautiful in each other.
Diya_Tejal · 754 Views

Legenda Batu Menangis

Di sebuah desa terpencil di Indonesia, tinggal seorang gadis bernama Siti yang dikenal baik hati dan penuh kasih sayang terhadap alam sekitar. Kehidupannya yang sederhana bersama ibunya berubah ketika seorang pemuda kaya bernama Raden Arif datang melamarnya. Meskipun tampak sempurna, Siti merasa ada yang janggal dengan Raden Arif, seolah-olah ada sesuatu yang menghalangi hatinya untuk mencintainya. Siti sering terbangun dengan mimpi buruk tentang seorang wanita tua yang menangis di atas batu besar di hutan, memperingatkannya agar berhati-hati terhadap Raden Arif. Setelah mendengar cerita ibunya tentang legenda seorang gadis yang pernah mengalami nasib serupa, Siti mulai menyadari bahwa Raden Arif adalah keturunan dari pria jahat yang ingin merebut harta keluarganya. Dengan tekad yang kuat, Siti memutuskan untuk meninggalkan Raden Arif dan pergi ke hutan untuk mencari kebenaran. Di sana, ia menemukan batu besar yang menangis, tempat seorang wanita tua yang terperangkap dalam legenda. Setelah berdoa dan meminta petunjuk, batu itu pecah, membebaskan jiwa yang terperangkap dan mengungkapkan cincin yang menjadi simbol pembebasan dari cinta palsu. Siti akhirnya menyadari bahwa cinta sejati tidak datang dari kemewahan, melainkan dari hati yang tulus. Dengan keberanian dan kebijaksanaan, Siti menemukan kebahagiaan sejati, jauh dari godaan duniawi, dan menjadikan legenda batu menangis sebagai pengingat bagi semua orang untuk selalu memilih cinta yang murni.
DUNIABET_INFO · 139 Views

Wizard: The Emperor of Magic.

The sky shimmered with twin suns, casting warm hues over rolling hills and ancient forests. The air itself buzzed with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath his feet hummed faintly, as if alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled. He blinked against the unfamiliar light, confusion etched across his face. But confusion quickly gave way to awe. A bird soared overhead, trailing glimmers of blue light in its wake. Nearby, a child pointed a finger at a fallen branch, whispering a single word—and the wood floated into the air, spinning gently before settling neatly into a bundle. Magic. It was real. Tangible. Everywhere. In that moment, a hunger was born in him. Not a hunger for food, nor for wealth or fame, but something far deeper—a yearning. A need. An obsession. The magic of this world, this radiant, endless force that danced in the air and bled through every leaf and stone, had sparked something inside him. And each passing day only fanned that flame higher. His only goal became understanding Magic and growing in Magic. It consumed his thoughts. He chased rumors of ancient scrolls, watched from shadows as mages cast their spells, and spent sleepless nights sketching symbols he didn’t yet understand. He would kneel before old statues and listen to forgotten songs, desperate to catch even a whisper of arcane truth. Because he knew—knowledge was the key. The key to understanding this world. The key to understanding Magic. And knowledge… was the key to understanding the Universe.
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