the field of flowers
As the night faints and the sun is about to break from it sentry depths, a soft gray mist weaves on the gentle rolling hills. We are out of the woods. Looking into the dark starry sky, I wondered as to where Miguel has taken me.
I breathe the morning air. The air is so pure it cleanses my soul. As the sun rises, an unknown hand paints the sky. A barrage of colors emerge from the shadows. A wide expanse of a field of flowers in various hues amidst a green backdrop. I have never seen something so beautiful in my entire life.
I turned to Miguel. I have never seen his facial features clearly in the dark. He looks so handsome. His skin is so fine yet manly eventhough there is no facial hair at all. His long, uncut hair conceals his long and pointy ears. He is a foot taller than I am dwarfing me. His pinkish lips are thin which seems like those have never been kissed. His innocent childlike face underlines his masculinity. He must be what the elders call as an Encanto.
He looked at me and said, "Welcome to my world. Enca."
I breathe the morning air. The air is so pure it cleanses my soul. As the sun rises, an unknown hand paints the sky. A barrage of colors emerge from the shadows. A wide expanse of a field of flowers in various hues amidst a green backdrop. I have never seen something so beautiful in my entire life.
I turned to Miguel. I have never seen his facial features clearly in the dark. He looks so handsome. His skin is so fine yet manly eventhough there is no facial hair at all. His long, uncut hair conceals his long and pointy ears. He is a foot taller than I am dwarfing me. His pinkish lips are thin which seems like those have never been kissed. His innocent childlike face underlines his masculinity. He must be what the elders call as an Encanto.
He looked at me and said, "Welcome to my world. Enca."
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