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"Vira: A Beautiful Lie" by ivoryangelxo
An intoxicating aroma hung freely in the air and settled around the whole field going whichever way the wind happened to blow. Hues of every shade could be seen in this field flowers and blossoms blooming everywhere. Petals traveled with the wind and floated softly in the air. Trees towered over, and sunlight beamed through the emerald leaves of the trees casting a transcendent glow to the ground. Vines curled and twisted with the trees, they wrapped around every branch each bursting with blossoms. A once golden gate, now taken over by time stood and appeared to be one with the vines. Warm sunbeams peeked through the leaves and danced on Vira’s face this caused her to smile. The sweet smell of summer brought back some of Vira’s fondest memories. Vira had all her warmest memories in this field, even when was a young Acara all her happy thoughts all came back to this field. The field had been here for as long as Vira could remember, it never changed, and always remained constant. It was as if stepping into this place made time stand still, it always made Vira feel at peace and safe. Her favorite part was the grand entrance a magnificent gate with tall columns stood in the front of the field. Although the gate was now rusted and long past its prime, it still made Vira feel like a princess. She would do a curtsey and a little twirl every time she entered her haven. Large jade eyes, thick black eyelashes,

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