.+* ༄ As Harumi rubbed her eyes, she would turn her head slightly her body distinctively moving as well. She saw a beautiful chandelier, with a comfy vintage looking couch next to it. A large mirror hanged at the wall as well she looked at her face and held her cheek by her left hand. Harumi would giggle slightly staring at her body slightly she would twirl. Her dress moving along with her. She would stop and gave a quaint bow. Looking around the small Living Room for an exit perhaps. Or maybe Harumi just wanted to explore more before leaving. Either or it didn't quite matter to her! She was free as a bird in this moment. There was no chain on her neck like in hell. Once, is all. That one time she did go to hell . . yet that moment can never be forgotten. So what's the point in trying to hide the misery, the looks of sorrow on there face. It made her terrified she wanted to scream in pain. Yet that was one side, and one side alone hell is so much bigger and hugger and everyone is suffering there own fates. What's the point of it anyway? Despite her feeling she'd climb up onto the couch the pillow falling slightly to the side. Harumi would touch the glass, and stare at her face more, and more. She was surprised she looked this way even after 1000's of years. She had been here living and yet still had these looks. Not one detail changed. She didn't even realize, after it had been all these years. She was a ghost . . . living in such a body it was so fun. Now she had to go the guards in the, ''Guardian Angel's Cathedral'' came to hurry her along. Her ''Superiors'' waited to long now it is time back to the Human World. Where everything was beautiful at least she had thought it reminded her of a ''Golden Castle'' ♥︎ *+.
