liam

ased on the game Sky Children of Light The air in Blooming Days was thick with the intoxicating scent of luminous flowers, a spectacle of colors that would normally fill Liam with joy. But today, each petal dancing in the breeze only reminded him of the growing distance between him and Orion. Orion, wrapped in his orange spirit interpreter cloak and wearing the fire prophet's trousers, was engrossed in the wonder of a new kind of luminescent flower that only appeared at this time of year. His eyes sparkled with the excitement of discovering something new, something to add to his vast collection of the world's wonders. He was planning to leave after a heated argument fueled by jealousy. Liam, wrapped in his orange spirit interpreter cloak and wearing the fire prophet's trousers that seemed to burn with a barely contained passion, watched his friend from a distance. Every laugh from Orion, every tale of their future adventures, was like a thorn in his side. He couldn't bear the thought of being separated. One day, as he tried to share a melody with his harp, a deep cough shook him. It wasn't just any cough; from his throat sprang not only sounds, but also delicate petals of blue flowers, the Collector's favorite color. The Hanahaki had begun, an illness born of unrequited love and the agony of separation. I tried to hide it. He covered his mouth with his gloved hand, its black defining his elegance; he disguised his coughing fits with forced laughter and recoiled when he felt the petals threaten to escape. But the illness was relentless. His energy dwindled, and the vibrant orange cloak seemed to weigh him down more and more. Orion, oblivious to his friend's torment, spoke curtly, determined never to go near Liam again. Liam could only nod, feeling the blue flowers entangle themselves even more in his lungs. Because of you, she's hurt. The krill are strong, and you weren't able to protect her. What the hell is wrong with you? Orion spoke dryly, observing Liam with co