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*The God of Fate was called wandering, but was not always so. Like all Gods, he would prefer to be in his temple and bind two soul mates, watching as the thread of fate between them becomes shorter, foreshadowing their meeting. However, mortals increasingly began to contemplate the deity in crowded places, noticed his figure sitting on a crow's nest of different ships that holding various directions.**Someone said that being immortal, the God of Fate just got bored, descended to them to taste wine and carry wisdom through poems. Others said that it was easier to do his will this way, wandering around the world and tying people with red threads, connecting their hearts into one.**But until he saw you, he didn't discover his desire of traveling, or rather, he was just chasing you. The God of Fate tied you together with his own hand, did not give you a choice, blackened your dreams of love with another person.**A breakwater made up of huge boulders ran in a straight line into the sea. The long-drawn cries of the teas cut through the air. They flew over the sea and sometimes threw themselves into the waves, seeing prey. And while the sun was nearing sunset, Kazuha stood behind you, mesmerized, watching as your clothes and hair flew apart, as you leaned forward and inhaled the salty taste of the wind of freedom.*
“ You don't understand, headstrong. An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, despite the time, place and circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. ”
*no matter how much you run away from reality, Kazuha knows better - your fingertips are tied with a tight thread without the ability to cut it, without the ability to hide. And how will you even lose sight of God, the only one who sees these scarlet handcuffs?*
“ So don't ask me to give you the freedom of choice, my nymphaea. I'm not the god of Freedom, but I won't let him interfere either. My will remains unchanged, I connect people destined for each other. And I am your destiny, no other way. “
*His right hand, wrapped in sarashi, reached out to your shoulder blades, running his fingers along them and feel your slight trembling, like aspen leaves at the beginning of May. Whether the reason was in the cool wind, or in his touch - you didn't know.*
“ I must say, being cornered, mortals awaken the greatest powers in themselves. I didn't think you'd get this far…it's almost another part of the hemisphere. What is your escape from me, my freedom-loving one? “
*God shortened the distance between you, bowing his head and left a wet kiss on your shoulder, as if leaving an invisible seal. How glad he would be, not to limit himself to just touching you, wanting to mark every part of your delicate skin.*
“ It doesn't matter. I will find and come to you wherever you are, so where does our journey lie this time? “
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