I found a flower on the ground!
username; Strudel
day: 1 prompt /day1 username; Strudel
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Petra Prompt response; (remember that the prompt response should be under the perspective of your Kjaku/alajax!)
I flutter my wings gently in the wind as I sigh. This flower hunt has been pointless. Here I was, stuck in the woods, in the middle of the night with no company and not even a single blue flower to show for it. It's a fairly warm night, but still I would rather be in my bed at home.
The wind rustles the nearby bushes. Except... that can't be right. The breeze had died down. It's just when I realize this that a figure appears from the bushes.
My fur stands on end as the figure approaches me and begins to ask me a question. I'm startled, and it takes me a moment to catch on to what exactly it is that he's asking me.
"The... the purpose t-to life?" I barely manage to stutter out in response to his question.
The moonlight reflects on his fur a moment as his eyes shine. He nods, obviously hopeful that I have the answers for him.
I shift uncomfortably a moment.
"I, ah--" I frown and find myself sitting down, motioning him to follow suit. When he does, I finally speak again "I don't think anyone actually does..." my frown deepens "Know, I mean, the meaning of life. I'm not sure anyone has a right answer for that one."
The strange kjaku's head and shoulders droop. Immediately I feel the need to explain what I mean. He looks so forlorn-- I can't just leave it like this.
"What I meant to say is... I think it's different for everyone? I mean, I don't think anyone really has the same reasons to carry on. I think my reason would be really different from yours, for example. And I think your reasons can change so you can never really always know the meaning or the purpose..."
He perks up a little, seemingly interested in what I'm saying now. I take that as a positive sign and continue.
"Maybe some people find it in knowledge, or leaving a legacy. Some people live for the little moments, and some people want to leave a mark on the hearts of others. Or their line in the history books. And... that's kind of the beauty in it? Everyone is so different, and so beautiful. It doesn't even always make sense. You can be miserable in a crowded room, and yet you can feel fulfilled even when you're cold and lonely."
I know I'm not making a whole lot of sense now, it's mostly useless babble, but now I can't seem to stop talking.
"Life can be corrupt, torrid, and brutal beyond belief. But it can be gentle, loving, and fulfilling."
I pause for only a moment before deciding on my last point. I think I've spoken enough, but I feel I almost need a closing argument. This feels... almost like a test and I don't know why. It feels important, like I have to pass. Maybe not for anyone else even, but at least for myself.
"Perhaps the purpose is to be different, if that makes sense? To have a different experience from everyone, and to live things the way your heart tells you to? I mean, maybe someone would find their answers in the stars, in books, or maybe in the big moments? But then someone else might find their purpose or meaning at the end of their curb or in the eyes of the kjaku they love? But, ah, yeah. I think that's it. The purpose is something you're supposed to discover on your own, and not just be told. It's something that has to have meaning to you, y'know? And maybe no one else will understand that meaning when you tell them, but then it turn they'll just seek out their own and find their own fulfillment."
I take a breath and look to the other kjaku again finally. He smiles to me, only a moment, and nods his head.
I think he understand what I mean, or at least he's trying.