ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ⋆ ࣪. A Midsummer Dream, "About the Fairy Ringeth, i gasp'd and did look at the zephyr's breezeway." Pinnacle abundance o' privileges, veracious, 'nd paradisiacal, amidst the clandestinely—doll-like damsel writing an idyllic page, 'twixt the inks permeating on the journal; "An English Idyll = Me, perpetually." was written. Not plummeted, nor visage-to-visage {folks} have seen such as an angelic juvenescence with her aphorism. Subsequence o' the ablaze damsel, she conquer an idyll called: Midsummer Dream, 'nd yields a blithesome conspicuousness from the folks. Furthermore, she tiptoed trough the field near the chateau, perceived her flowy gown who wears jewel {festooning} hits an Ancient Debris Quartz, was her Chateau; sturdy in it's exuberant elegance. Arrived in the unruffled seizing radiant myriads, she gleams, sawn by folks passed by. She looked books-to-books, passing by a shelf full of poetry. One book was sawn, in a fleece cover 'nd glows under her palms, the Limelight. It opens on it's own, Enchanted! the book stops at one page, called Midsummer Dream. It has 4xx pages, a thick chapter book that the damsel would always leashed in her mind. She reads, reads, 'nd reads till one page telling the tale of "One Soul who Conquered an idyll, Midsummer Dream." Who's that truly damsel is? Seol Sullyoon.