MidReal Story

The Forgetting River

Scenario:Britta ist eine hübsche Studentin. An einem schönen Frühlingstag zieht sie ein Sommerkleid an, schaut in den Spiegel und entscheidet sich, heute barfuß zu laufen. Sie geht zu einem Treffen mit ihrem Freund und fragt sich, was er wohl dazu sagen wird
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Britta ist eine hübsche Studentin. An einem schönen Frühlingstag zieht sie ein Sommerkleid an, schaut in den Spiegel und entscheidet sich, heute barfuß zu laufen. Sie geht zu einem Treffen mit ihrem Freund und fragt sich, was er wohl dazu sagen wird

Britta

She is a student with a deep connection to nature. She is freespirited, adventurous, and introspective. Britta decides to go barefoot on a sunny day, feeling the warmth of the ground beneath her feet. She meets her friend Flynn outdoors, where they discuss her recent experiences and thoughts. Flynn shares his own reflections and insights, sparking Britta's curiosity and selfdiscovery.

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Flynn

He is Britta's close friend and confidant. He is thoughtful, perceptive, and grounded. Flynn frequently connects with Britta outdoors, where they share meaningful conversations. He notices Britta's change in attire and expression, hinting at her inner transformation. Flynn's calm demeanor and thoughtful questions help Britta reflect on her feelings and aspirations, providing her with a sense of understanding and periphery.

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Wildflowers

They are a group of flowers growing freely in the fields. They are vibrant, resilient, and symbolic. Britta encounters the field of wildflowers on her way to meet Flynn, noticing their diverse colors and beauty. The flowers represent freedom, growth, and individuality, inspiring Britta to embrace her own uniqueness and spirit. Their presence subtly yet profoundly impacts her mindset and selfidentity.

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I stare at my reflection in the mirror and grin.
It’s a beautiful day and I feel like celebrating, so I slip on my favorite summer dress.
I glance down at my feet and decide I don’t need shoes today.
I want to feel the warm sun on my skin and the rough ground beneath my feet.
I want to be simple.
I want to be free.
I walk out of our little apartment and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.
It’s late spring, and the weather is perfect, not too hot, not too cold.
I walk barefoot down the sidewalk, feeling the rough concrete beneath my feet and the soft grass that edges the path.
The world is a wonderful place, full of texture and sensation.
I make my way across campus and down a dirt path I know well.
It leads to a field that is filled with wildflowers in the spring.
Their colors are vibrant and varied—red, yellow, orange, pink, purple—and they grow in no particular pattern, bending this way and that in the breeze.
The field is beautiful and free—untamed—and full of life.
I make my way through them slowly, careful not to step on any of the flowers, stopping here and there to breathe in their sweet scent.
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I pause in a small clearing among the flowers and look down at a cluster of red blooms.
The petals are deep crimson, almost glowing in the light of the sun.
I lower myself carefully to my knees, feeling the soft earth and scattered grass stems press against my bare skin.
A few wildflowers brush against my arms as I lean forward to examine the red flower more closely.
Its stem is sturdy between my fingers as I grasp it gently.
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With practiced care, I break it cleanly near the base.
I hold the flower up to the sky, its vibrant red a promise of everything yet to come.
Sitting cross-legged in the clearing, I examine the petals of the red wildflower.
They are delicate and thin, like silk, with tiny ridges that catch the light.
The stem is sturdy, green and strong, supporting the weight of the petals and the cluster of yellow stamens at its center.
I look around me at the other flowers in the clearing—purple, yellow, white—and reach for them one by one.
I break each stem cleanly and lay them carefully in my lap.
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The ground beneath me is warm and slightly damp, pressing gentle indentations into my bare legs.
A light breeze stirs the flowers, causing them to sway gently in the wind.
I can smell their sweet scent on the air, mingling with the earthy smell of grass and soil.