( chung lingers at the barrier for some time, just in case the figure returns. but when he finally realizes that they won't he turns around. after a moment, he looks at the apple in his hand, and returns to the river. it's with great care and conisderation that he picks a large, bright and shiny one, so much so that it glistens in the moonlight, and returns to where he had met the lights.
he crouches down and rolls it into the fog. and prays that the guardian gets it. )
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he crouches down and rolls it into the fog. and prays that the guardian gets it. )