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♪Read aloud them all♪
[1]A Tale of a Dream-Grown Girl
[2] In Japan in days gone by, there was a girl who immensely loved stories.
[3]Below her brother only in age, as quick or quicker in wit she was. Since her cuddly earliest childhood, in penmanship or scholarship they vied with each other, until at last among the boys her jested attempt at composing poems put to shame elder male students. How counterproductive, thought her parents, to make her brother envious beside her, thereafter refrained from placing their daughter along with boys to grow wise together.
[4] Sorry but persuaded she was to be told that a girl on her way to womanhood was never heard to mingle with boys like she did. Be that as it may, downhearted she was wondering how to comfort and save herself from boredom.
[5]Yet noble young ones of her brother's acquaintance often came to visit her with books imparting lessons they were being taught; discussion and intercourse increased all the more, making her the wiser than ever before.
[6] The boys, attracted by her childishly promising appearance, used to come on the pretext of studies; yet, in the face of her wisdom growing thus and innate bookworm still more rampant, along with the way she looked more and more beautiful, they thought it worthless to come and play wise on the plausible pretense of books and stories, they grew hesitant and ceased to pay her a visit.
[7]Even in frolic among same-aged girls she had known from early childhood, vaguely radiant adult sexiness unbecoming to a maiden of her age naturally set her aside from others; while seeming small in kneeling position, she was already equal to her not-so-short mother in standing posture...totally alike nothing in anything, her supernatual attributes were a natural reminder of the legendary Kaguya-Hime (Princess Aureola). No wonder the boys shied away from her.
[8] Her parents also grew uneasy, and preached her brilliant talent would be felt forbidding in the extremes, to which she replied, "I don't know what makes you say so.
[9]I don't remember being criticized for acting wise or ever despising anyone for being immature.
[10]I only find it paramount pleasure to feel excited at reading books." Finding her response reasonable and hardly blamable, they nevertheless left a word to impress their daughter: "If you, by any chance, have a mind to please your parents, be sure to marry a respectable man and make our family prosper through him.
[11]Let not your perfectly good looks fade in the vain act of long musing absence of mind."
[12] Rarely had the daughter imagined herself being the bride of some man in future, yet the comment of her parents woke her to the possibility.
[13]Thus, she fell into the daily habit of pondering about her future husband. Lost in thought with iris-prevailing eyes overshadowed, she looked out of place ― so much so she felt almost ethereally unreal, sensually fairer than ever before, that there was a sudden surge of visits by would-be bridegrooms.
[14] But this girl, ever since childhood in poems and tales had only been familiarized with men of tastes without a peer in the world of reality ― to whom any man in the flesh felt so much inferior that she got hopeless of finding an ideal future mate anywhere else than in her dreams.
[15] The girl, therefore, came to hate and saw nothing of men courting her, to be seen more and more alone lost in thought.
[16]Her parents asked in wonder, "Why do you avoid them so much?
[17]Is there anyone else you have been thinking about?" Though there was none, she felt pity and sorry for their concern, which made her fake up a poem about some imaginary one to seem like the cause of her wayward worries.
[18] In a pretended verse of:
For someone I love so deeply at heart
How could I meet any given guys?
― Never, ever let anyone else visit me.

she actually meant to say:

Incredible love in imaginary one
I cherish and flirt ― in vain, I know.
How could I meet, mate and fit
Ordinary one in ordinary life?
As foam I'd float to keep waiting for
My fondest love, the knight of my dreams.

[19]
― None but the extraordinary shall ever ask or visit me.

[20] Who could that be, her parents got curious; though it was no matter to be left as it was, they did nothing but tell her to do as she liked, believing her poem to be a confession of her true feelings; did they think it nasty to forcibly inquire, or was it because she was too young to marry yet?
[21]A man she was madly in love with, if in existence, would be so hard to hide that he would eventually appear;
[22]yet when would a man in a world out of reality appear, I wonder, to please her and parents?
[23]In her now renowned helplessly beautiful pensive mood, the rows of men wooing her didn't seem to disappear very soon, which left her yearning for a prince of her dreams ― so the story goes.
[24]
A dreamy bridge over reality.
Nightly bliss preciously surreal.
Some say impossible; I say it isn't.
Some say scandalous; I think not.
A night spent in a world yonder ―
What's more fun in the day, I wonder.
How I wish it was for real...
Gracious relief from life's ordeal.




















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