Standing under this ancient sky, Hexia made her way through the bustling crowd, not only hearing the various noisy sounds from street corners but also smelling the slight saltiness and moisture carried by the sea breeze.
The songstress with ocean-wave-like hair had eyes like water, her facial features vaguely discernible beneath her veil. Her voice differed from any songstress of the current era; it lacked strong emotional coloring, free from excessive obsession. Standing among the crowd, she seemed utterly alone, dwelling in the dark depths of the sea, accompanied only by the ceaseless sounds of the tide.
Her voice contained no sadness, merely narration, yet it immersed listeners, swaying with the waves.
This beauty did not rely on people's praise or care about the world's critiques, but simply revealed a certain calming mood born of personal experience, sensing the breadth and majesty of the world.
