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The dark twilight bark is rough underneath his back as he sits by the cherry tree. Petals drift off of the sakura, infinitely small and tender. Parrot doesn’t know how something so beautiful and fragile bloomed here, in this cruel world. But it doesn’t matter - all that matters in the warm rays of the sunset on his back, Wifies beside him, and the cherry petals drifting in the air. The faint, sweet scent of the flowers fills the air. A petal drifts towards him, and on an impulse, he cups it in his palm. There’s no one here to see him except Wifies, after all.
The petal is soft and stunning. Pale pink blends into pure white - the color of fading sunsets. A thousand different shades of pink that he hadn’t imagined possible all exist on this tiny, finger-sized canvas. No artist could create something as beautiful as this.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Wifies asks.
“Yeah,” Parrot answers in the golden light of the sunset.
The dark twilight bark is rough underneath his back as he sits by the cherry tree. A few wilted petals drift off the mostly-bare branches of the sakura. The petals are crumpled, dried-out, the yellow stolen from half-painted, forgotten sunsets, the pink scooped from bloody snow. Just a few seasons ago - or maybe a lifetime ago - the cherry tree was in full bloom, pink blossoms catching in his wings. Just a few seasons ago, he was here with Wifies. Truly, Wifies was like this cherry tree. So beautiful at first glance - impossibly innocent; harmless, really.
All it took was a few seasons, and the cherry tree revealed its other form. It’s an ugly amalgamation of black bark, stunted purple branches, and withered, dying flowers. Maybe Wifies was in full bloom, but in the end, he was doomed to show himself. He was doomed to be obsessed with Parrot, with Parrot’s safety; doomed to fake his death; doomed to make Paragon.
On impulse, he picks up a wilted flower in his palm. There’s no one here to see him except a ghost, after all. It has beauty in its own, twisted way, really. It has the beauty of something once at its zenith, now fallen far from grace. There’s pale pink, corrupted by yellow. There’s Wifies, corrupted by Parrot.