t`Crystal jail
The pale blue light are gather as if mysterious butterfly
thronged fire.
That light are flutter and flutter. Is it a funeral butterfly or a tear of heaven?
fireflyes are perched on the Cloud's eyelashes, and his hair was decorated at many star light.
Cloud, I devote to you eternal love and all of the beautiful things.
...Somebody pray, he heard that whisper.
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