It was a sunny day in winter, the weather was fragrant with cold and rife with unknown. There was this glow replaced with gloom which was vague but there, it isn't that people didn't admit the feeling but it was too hard to believe.
In a room somewhere in the palace, abounded with colors, decorated with ribbons and overwhelmed with still-life paintings, a woman laid pale on a bed. A white dove perched on her open window with an olive in its beak which elicited a weak smile from her, her part in the huge web of life called destiny seemed to have come to end. Finally, she can be free at last.
Ruefully, she rotated her weak eyeball round the room and smiled deeper despite the weakness of her body.
In a garden porch sat another woman, she could pass for a modern day Monalisa as she glowed despite the wane on her pretty face. On her beautiful hands was a notebook which she read from, she wasn't perfect so she bought all research book related to her pending case.
