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The Reddest Red

A room which is uncomfortably quiet and a girl who is even more so weirdly quiet, other than her breathing nothing shows that she is alive. But inside her head there is a storm brewing ever since she decided to get out of that place. People with super powers. Not an imagination anymore?? People having powers divided between the evil path and the path of righteousness?? In the midst of all this, a blooming heartwarming romance as the saying goes 'Even in the times of war, love is still there.' So let's go on a journey together with me to further find out- Who's the girl? Why is she trying to leave? What will the future hold for her? ------------------------------------------------------------ "Stop!" she said to him. "First, tell me how do you know about these things." "You don't believe me, do you?" he asked her. Even after waiting to hear her reply for about a minute, when he didn't hear anything he said, "It's because you don't remember the things you have seen." "Then tell me everything. Everything that I have forgotten." she replied. ------------------ Image by Sunny Daye from Pixabay.

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Merry

Aside from thinking about what could be the reason Mr. Rogers was telling her to get close to Miles, Merry was busy preparing the entire week for her upcoming art exhibition.

 

She spent hours perfecting her paintings, meticulously choosing which ones would make the final cut for the exhibition. She also dedicated time to generate buzz on social media about the event, creating posts for her followers who were used to see the arts online and order prints of her work.

 

 

And at the end of the week, the day of the art exhibition arrived. Merry stood nervously by her artwork, eager to see how the attendees would react. She had poured her heart and soul into her creations, and now it was time for them to be seen by the world.

 

 

She was going to watch as her paintings came alive in the eyes of others, sparking emotions and conversations that she had hoped to evoke personally.