In the depths, of the little further of Naruna beach, the white firefly was exploring around. She never was this far away! Way beyond, way beyond. Her boat sailed beyond, and she encountered a beautifully painted beach, ebbing and flowing; and pushed by the breeze. It really looked like a painting that went alive, the beach was unbelievably blue, a beautiful shade of blue, no, more of aqua. Or is it even an existing color? The shade, or color was so magnificent that it wasn't a time to argue, but wait, Harriet is colorblind, she cannot see the magnificence; it is sad that wolves are meant to be colorblind. Oh well, the curiosity kills... the wolf, she happily ran closer to it and had a big splash, oh it was so fun!
She looked over, nobody was here, it was a bit sad, the firefly longed... to share the joy with someone... or at least company in a such beautiful little place. It was a heaven to discover, for a young canine like her. The blueness that wind blew over water splashed on her muzzle, she giggled it was fun, and sad at same time, no more like missing a part of the fun, the sharing.
The place was just perfect, it was like the eternal freedom, the sun seemed so infinite and distant. It was a quarter of her old home, it had such beauty too, so, if lived here and was loner, she would live here; even if there are no dens. So most likely she would just visit it often. And the sand seemed so deep, very fragile and bright, such bright sandy color was still pretty impressive. As far she saw many beaches, such bright sandy color in such beautiful place was like a fairytale, magical. Except fairytales have a poor girl that turns into a princess and meets her life's love, and get married and become rulers of a kingdom, and have children. And fairytales have good ends, and reality has bad ends, because you cannot dream anymore.
And stopping your dream is like stopping breathing, if you would not breath - you die, same with dreaming; if you stop - you cannot escape from reality just for a minute. Harriet was sure she might stay up in this beach for a good while, to enjoy some of her own freedom, it was obvious nobody will come yet, company or not. The bright but blinding orb in the middle of the sky, lighted the white fireflies' fur, making it paler and shiny. And it was warm. It would be nice to lay down in the sun and close your eyes, and relax. So why not? As Harriet stepped closer to the water, it was nice and fresh, but she'd rather stay away. The female sighed in content and lay down her body and paws, like an engine shutting and cooling off. You can't complain, it is truly perfect paradise for anything you want.
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