Retinentia
forget me not.
I was said to be one perfect creation of our Chief.
A lone kind exist by core of emptiness, solely made in need to execute of a duty.
You were created by the purest light ever existed, only ones with the kindest conscience.
There he was before my view – awakening my unconscious – yet again appeared in my discreet remain.
I stood, cleared up the petals sticking onto my heavy black cloak. The Garden of Eden used to consists of baby lilies and grasses yet now flowers kept on growing compared the first time I went here. He did the same to his white attire. Now standing while looking up at me, a small genuine smile came of him before he closed our distance and rested his head on my chest. As the warm sensation rushed through my cold figure, my hand caressed his soft hair.
With rich golden hair under the crown of feathers, enthralling blue eyes, rhythmic voice, your persona as expressive as the birds of our heavenly sky.
You were my eternal happiness.
You were, my Eve.
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