Initiation (4) Seongjin stood on a picturesque meadow. The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with cotton candy-like clouds drifting lazily. A carpet of green stretched out evenly, adorned with a riot of colorful flowers swaying in the breeze. This garishly vibrant display of colors was almost childishly excessive. ‘…Gather, friends?’ It inevitably reminded him of the wickedly infantile skin...
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