There are certain rules to be followed if one is ever, accidentally, for it is almost always that people stumble accidentally, into Evol.

It is neither a fabled land neither a unsung one.
It is neither sung about glory, nor of mystical, unknown lands.
For Evol is a city, a quaint town, rather, of such rotating underlying dynamism that people rarely ever leave.
Ever.

And that's how it should be for those of us who understand to never forget.
Evol never lets you forget.

And it is in that town that Cassidy had been living all her life, which was just a decade plus six, to be accurate.
And in such matters one must always be accurate.

Because sixteen is a strange age.
Now which age isn't, but currently, she was sixteen.

And it was strange.
On the cusp of entering another realm altogether, non-literally, of course.
And on the brink of leaving beautiful things behind.

Now, like all great things that we daily worry about, human as we are, Cassidy was obsessed with leaving things with a flutter, a bang, a smile.
Like every human ever, Cassidy loved it when things were going great.
She became numb, like voices were continuously, consciously speaking to her in her ear for her ears hurt. She became numb and didn't really comprehend anything when things weren't going great.

Rarely, did it happen, that things were ok everywhere, but for her, it was an inescapable sadness she needed to sleep to forget about.
And when it did happen, she emerged in a different light.
That melancholy light.
The bittersweet betwixt of life.

For things were ending.
Faster now.
And never did the realm she had to non-literally enter look so lonely.

Maybe she was the one who had to change.
People always told her she never was truly happy.
She knew because she never really paid the proper attention to the right places, it was all a motion into one direction only.

And that wasn't how it should be.

It was her that mattered at the end.
And hurting and being hurt was just a phase.
A necessary interlude before friends emerge and look at each other and wonder how they're still there, still hanging.

Cassidy had once read that people who meet halfway across the bridge are the ones you should go for.
She wondered now, if she had crossed the bridge entirely or if she hadn't crossed it at all.

She had to change.
She pursued certain things to the lair while not even wondering where was her happiness at.

She kept searching for beauty for she thought she would go after happiness when she thought it would appear.

And it never would.
She tried to pursue once, all she got was one misunderstood hour.

And all great things come from within, one need only have the courage to look.
And so, she would change.

Happiness would come from within.

But that didn't mean the things that were ending weren't saddening her already.
She cut onions to make herself cry.
She wondered and wondered if an entire year had been for naught, only because she had pursued.
Was she to be a gentle walker halfway across the bridge or a mad pursuer?
She had been the latter, she wanted to be the former now.
But she couldn't help wondering if it had been for naught.

And that was bittersweet.
Because it had been so beautiful while it had lasted.

And therefore, there was meaning.
There is meaning in all things beautiful.

But she still wondered, as she was human.

And that is why people rarely leave Evol.
For beautiful things happen here.
Truly sad, yes.
Sometimes maddeningly happy.
But beautiful.
So exquisitely beautiful.
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