The snow fell silently, brushing over the brows and eyes like a tender kiss from deep within one's memory.
The young lady stood under the eave, gazing at the swirling snow in the courtyard. Her gaze revealed a profound sense of fatigue.
Not far from her, the bustling main hall was brightly lit and full of raucous voices – an intense battle of words ensued, a lively spectacle indeed.
Half the dignitaries in Lostswa were present.
They felt heartbroken for a strange girl they had never seen and were furiously denouncing the villain who usurped the nest. The truth, once obscured by dust, was slowly being revealed in its original form.
Yet the more clear the truth becomes, the more cruel it is to those who are still alive and those who are remembered.
"Callista, it's time for you to close your eyes," a sigh dissipated with the night wind.
