Violet Lens

Description

Waking up early and taking useless risks has always been hateful tasks for Ren, but after a series of events that lead to him capable of existing in various worlds, he’ll be looking for ways together with other he'll meet in the way to avoid total disappearance of the strings that connect every single plane. While making sure that his memories of them would never vanish. 

Foreword

Hello, hello fellow loves.

Been a fan of nu'est since the 'face' era and they were little sprouts then. Thankful of them not fully losing their spirit in the process, since it's one of the groups that I believe provide us with quality kpop music and lit concepts. 

Hoping that you'll like this early halloween gift before their comeback (that made me feel mixed emotions with their smart trailers, where the pleasant aesthetics is a bonus) though the story in itself might be quite weird in the process.

Let's keep on supporting them and hoping for their wellness. 

Lovelots! 

 

 

Prologue

…and as heaps of sand swallows everything in its way, you’re just standing at the horizon waiting to be engulfed, never to be seen.

It was always the same dream of being in pain.

He wonders how he could still feel the tingling burn on his skin despite of knowing that it was all fruits of his deep sleep, and nothing else. Perhaps they were just memories of scratching herself, or being hit by the bigger kids before, but no.

It is always, much, much worse.

His gaze towards her reflection in the stained window of his studio was caught away by a sudden intrusion of a familiar voice, which he loves and hates hearing at the same time.

“Having meticulous hands won’t bring you somewhere far and-”

“We have talked about this like, for a million times already and seriously, Dad, you’re the one who should know more than anyone else that I’m in love with arts, I always have and always will.”

“That’s just a concept you have instilled in your own head and again, don’t try to make another mess out of this meet-up.”

“It’s not my problem that-”

“No, don’t try to defend your own nonsense reason and fix yourself already! Your hair’s like a bird’s nest and you look like some toddlers painted on your arms and face. And that work looks nothing but mere paint blotches and smears. You’re wasting your time and effort in a mere canvas.”

“It’s abstract Dad, of course you wouldn’t know that. And no, don’t expect me to dress like a prince.”

“Oh you will. I got to go. Start fixing that mess already.”

“Whatever dad, love you too.”

Laughter resonated until it turned into nothing  

Until it became hollow ringing of silence.

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