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[Of course,] Kaname was a child, a girl whose heart was susceptible to the wiles of youth. Brash and naïve, Kaname was interested into the urban legends that have become famous in the city. ([Though] I find it quite charming as well, [al]though I am more focused on aged folklore, which is incredibly scarce in this advance city.) If she were not walking around that vast enclosed European-styled area, or within the sanctity of her alma mater's facilities, she would go about in the thoroughfares and in the shops adjacent to them, and rest and wait for strange things that the plebeians would whisper under their breaths.
One fine afternoon like any other afternoon, before the sun is cut by the horizon and bleeds forth its colors upon the late summer sky, before Kaname started her long though peaceful trek towards the safety of her dorms, Kaname came upon a rumor in a quaint little teashop. The rumor tells of the mysterious Imaginary Number District materializing at a certain location, an abandoned flower nursery, in far-off and hidden courts and alleyways within the area, and at the hour of the Angelus in Ecclesiastical traditions. What happens after the Imaginary Number District materializes, none can say for surely. I know that it is false, and even Kaname, who partook on the search and finding of that hidden away nursery found none save that place and the flowers and shrubs that have gone off and grown wild after its abandonment by the city and of her sad [and heartbreaking] demise. But, despite the many falsehoods that come from tongue of the common and dumb folk, Kaname was enticed by the mysterious nursery, and the unknowable event that might occur in that secret place, where only the determined and dreamy dared to look. (Perhaps she looked for angels in a city of ironmen?) And did I not say beforehand that Kaname had all this within her heart? It was a quality of utter uniqueness that is of her own, something that is not at all unremarkable in today's standards.[, and of it, I find wonderfully striking for her.]
And so, with that wonderful body full of energy, and a mind full of wonder and determination, Kaname Sora set out to find that secret nursery, She took a detour away from the usual paths and passageways she usually passed by, for the walk that would eventually led to her saddening [heartbreaking] demise. As she wandered and roamed about in more ancient and forgotten parts of that area, the sun began to give out a light of bright yellow and curfew for the students of that area would come soon now. But, she did not heed these concerns, for her mind was filled with the romantic idealizations of beauty and charms, of things that are not of this world, but are wholly different and can never be truly understood. As she walked to the west of the area, the setting sun came upon her dreamy eyes, and perhaps in her mind, she saw a bygone time for a moment, whither these parts were wild and un disturbed by human hands and feet, of a time when one looks far you can only imagine of things that were beyond the fields we know.
Then she came upon a seemingly ancient alleyway, dirt-ridden and unmaintained by the city. It was the first things, she saw, that were not yet of her knowing, something that her many walks have yet to behold. The alleyway was unlit as it had no need for lighting, and it was narrow, as it had no need for space. It was abandoned, as it had no need for people, as such it had no need for both light and space. It alone stood in many uncountable years, and Kaname came upon its dirty and filthy [prescence] presence as if seeing a diamond covered in coal. And so, Kaname entered that narrow aperture, and as she moved towards the other the end, the narrow passage became even narrower, until she could only walk side to side. She tried to squeeze through that red-bricked passage that the years have not been kind to, and her uniform, and her smooth face, from the cheek to the chin, and from the eyes to the tip of his nose was made filthy. The skin of her legs has darkened due to the dust and the filth, hiding away its tenderness from the undeserving eyes of light and the sky. And with her inching away, her eyes showed the hypnotic fire of her desires. They were plain eyes but I can still see it until now, and I kept it even my heart of the only time we have spent together—the time we have met. And so she was transformed into a hidden beauty, just is the place around and of her destination have become a hidden.
Finally, she popped out into an abandoned court, whither the grass wild and the tessellations of the floor tiles have been broken by weird roots and decay. The entire court was ceilinged by glass that was fixed and kept in place by metal wrought into spirals and vines. There were cracks in the glass, but they were relatively unscathed, save for the dirt and various leaves that were blown upon it. It was dark there, as the light of the sunset could penetrated only a little of the dirt that have covered the glass. And yet, there was a certain ethereal peacefulness that seeped into the silence that was the abandoned court, and as the orange light of the sun slowly turned purple, Kaname could not stay a bit longer to admire the ancient and forgotten place. She turned her attention towards the little light that made a winding path upon the floor, like the ray of light making a path unto the sand when one opens their eyes in the sea's waters.
She continued forward and came upon another path, where the tiles' tessellations were less elaborate in the court. She came forth into a dark alleyway following that simple patterned pathway, hastening her steps as a queer feeling invaded the smooth and petite contours of her back—as if she was being gazed for nigh all directions.[it is harmless I can attest] There, she came upon the purple light of the sunset nearing the twilight before the dusk peer forth from the small aperture, and quickly, she ran towards it. There she saw an Arcadian wilderness, and there she awaited her end.
