Never had I entertained the notion of fantasy; from my earliest memories, the whimsical tales of Santa Claus or other supernatural beings failed to captivate even a sliver of my belief. Perhaps it stemmed from the absence of parental warmth, yet such conjectures seemed irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. I, Enma Yoshida, existed as little more than a blank canvas traversing the monotonous cycle of life: eat, work, sleep, repeat. Marriage? Doubtful. My mind was preoccupied with more pressing matters, like meeting deadlines to avoid the wrath of a boss who had made a sport of chewing out subordinates for half a decade. This world held scant allure, leaving me to ponder whether my continued existence held any purpose at all. Such was my conviction, until one fateful morning when destiny unfurled an extraordinary path before me—a path so improbable and fantastical that even the most imaginative minds of my time would have struggled to conceive it.
Hidden Avenue
Fantasia · _Allur3
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