(I found myself climbing to the top of the new book list in the last week, how miraculous. To celebrate this final madness, I will be updating twice a day for the next few days. Also, friends passing by, please add this to your collection and make a recommendation. Your support is my greatest motivation.) Is it this place again?
Is it the same dream?
The familiar night sky, the familiar moonlight, the familiar gale-force winds, and the familiar yellow sand.
Ah, it's truly here again, where my guilt rests.
So, you should be here too, my love.
Reaching out my hand, I gently clenched my fist, and a rough yet soft little hand appeared in mine. Yes, you are truly here, my love, my knight. Turning my head, I greedily gaze at your face. How could so many people think that you're not beautiful. Your beauty is intoxicating; it's just that they can't see it clearly.
This is my dream, it also is my guilt, my punishment.
