Lament of The Crimson Blossoms
[Warning: Mature Content]
On the night of a blood moon, one would advise refraining from bleeding, for the blood that touches the light of the blood moon will evoke a celestial lunar being.
Who is this celestial lunar being, you ask?
Well, it is, of course, a goddess. The Moon Goddess.
That night, the heavens and the earth are closest to each other; so close that a mere mortal could speak to a lord of the heavens and likewise.
As such, if you bleed under the crimson moon, the moon goddess will descend to the earth, barefoot.
Her steps are quiet, but her presence, just as overwhelming. The night dragonflies welcome her approach, singing songs and ballads of her greatness. When she finally stops before the bleeding mortal, she wonders,
"Who dares to bleed on such an auspicious occasion?"
Maybe she will pity you that you are dying. So, she will ask you for your one last wish. However, it is up to her if she should grant it or simply reject it, turning you into a vengeful ghost that knows no rest for eternity to come.
That is the story Haneul has heard all his life.
Yet, he lay there, his last breath almost giving up on him. The moon goddess was before him now. Then he wondered, wasn't this lunar being supposed to be a goddess? Why did she sound like a man?
Ah, perhaps, it was a god, after all.
So, he asked for his last wish. To undo the previous sins so he would suffer less when he was reborn, to prevent karma repeat itself.
Hold on...where is the part when a tree would branch out of his chest and let the color of the blossoms decide his fate?
Haneul snapped open his eyes.
What a strange dream it was...
But, why did it feel so real? Who was that god? What is a crimson blossom? Why did he know this story that he had never heard before?
Maybe.... he did.
Maybe.... he's in his past life where he had sinned?
Haneul wouldn't know because now, in this life...
His name was Hwa Miye, the flower princess, hiding a dark secret between those slender legs, under those luxurious garments.
