Is this real?
Does my mind on a reel?
Does it ever drive him on the wheel?
Where I would fall on the mill?
***
THE YEAR 1904, 100 centuries away from the present time.
Wang Qing Long must have gone through a lot and he didn't want to fail now. He wanted to lift off the curse no matter what. Wang Qing Long checked his Jian sword on his robes but he understood that it was now gone temporarily. He sighed and shook his head as he knew that he could retrieve it later.
He lit up a match on the side of a shabby table and put the small fire on the candle. It shimmered the whole room for the better as Althea walked inside. She smelled something rosy, nectar sweet, like honey that had been dipped into a strawberry smoothie. She sighed as she looked upon the floor, and it had been hanging in the air for only a millimeter.
