She represents the key to my resurrection.
For the longest time, I believed the flower I saw in my despondent youth. That Sakurasou was my own... That wasn't the case.
When I became marooned, rabid and left to the Savage Lands of the Black Shrouds. I drew line's to survive. Eventually transforming wild, unhinged. My heart was always insignificant even before I met the one who'd crushingly revealed it was coal, under First Love and First Crewmate, how couldn't I...
I faltered and failed. The spiraling didn't stop until I was so far lost and gone. Until that flower was carried to me. Even though I was no-longer, the same or within control, I was now what was hunted.
To thrive I had to adapt to becoming nature, as-well. I shredded away my flesh. Deep down the core of me, still, for some reason, wanted to survive. I felt otherwise.
Gradually a bearer who came after that Flower's appearance, brought my skin. Her endearing company couldn't coexist in my cruel world, too sweet, fragile, of course when I fell again... She was murdered through the entanglement of jealously. Although, I knew it was simplistically me. Who might've well been the killer.
I wandered aimlessly in the dark. Then I would be introduced with an eternal moon, her song drew to me, captivated and resonated a rapture. I felt resonating illumination. Under her bask, my insignificance was being chipped away.
She was something I could be true with. Expose myself freely. In-return she brought my dreams to life. Turning me into the Pirate Captain that eventually became renowned. Scraping gradually away, I found sight of something particular. I'd have accomplished many things, I held booties, plunder, for all to see.
Then, I was shown it again. Happiness that glimmered and glistened before me often was fleeting, but this felt more substantial. I was oblivious although, and even though, I found unity with the Moon, I began obscuring it.
Doing so much in-order for me to coexist, it forced itself to produce light, it pushed waves more difficult than it. When I saw that, I was incompetently bringing pain to what I cared for... I couldn't operate again. It kept getting worse. I tried so desperately to change my destination but I was so far gone in the midst of seas, It owned me.
Every-time I declared peace, a nightmare surfaced. I was the liability of death. I turned eternal, to age from stress... I brought grief and tear's, and worry. My heart eventually became hollow, forcing a ritual to sever it. I was cursed, destined, not made to suddenly get normality.
Right when I foolishly thought someone like me could change my course, into a regular and simple one. I used that flower to bond and ceremoniously marry the Moon. What she received was rubbish. I knew that, so I began replacing myself for others who could praise her, carry her better like how she deserved, eventually.
I lost it all again. A battle with a devil, she told me not to go, they did... If I just listened to her wisdom. I wouldn't have met my calamity.
Lost everything I built again. My crew, all of it. That enchanting Moon, especially, was redirected and now out of my reach. When I beckoned, her eye's were, through and all I wanted when I saw that gaze, was just to be ended, to die. I couldn't even do that right.
The Seas and I pledged our own bond. I was indentured to servitude, from promises. Beyond a feeble stature like myself could ever deliver in.
When I had nothing left. I was removed from all of them. I suffered a fate worse than death. Finding myself when it was too late. Seeing the shadow of self-love was always attached behind me. Carrying me, even my split and sundered soul, was on my side, for it too called to the Moon. Now sharing mourning.
When I resurfaced. The world shifted forth as it always will and does. I was unseen. Ghostly, I could've remained empty. Then like a shooting star, a flower of wishes, of everlasting. She revealed to me, that flower that followed me in my highest, my lowest, had been awaiting in the room of the fates for our joining.
She navigated me.
Then I found myself returning to over hills.
I felt there wasn't anything I couldn't do anymore, or being crushed, It turned out to be a dark blessing.
The world repeated its same attacks, but I countered.
The wave's they were the same I've wrecked over before, I endured.
When doubt surfaced, she drowned herself to me and kissed me underneath the waters until we lived together.
Wasn't anything I couldn't do other than reveal myself. The Moon foretold this outcome, she repaired my heart, but wasn't the one who could claim it.
In-order to return to my navigating flower, for her lips that sing worlds; to entangle her embrace which brings heaven to a sinner; me.
There's nothing I wouldn't do to climb over that hill. At hand, carrying her favorite pleasantries, from all my ventures, using everything at once, to have a heart incomprehensibly able to love her.
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