The Groves of Her Soliloquy

In a world where skyscrapers merely exist, the delicate hands of a maiden created a book whose leaves linger in each soulful mind. Her pen touches the pages with ebony ink as the brush traces the paper with soothing strokes. In contrast to other stories where life must end with a single speck, our lovely damsel left her stories with an unfinished line as though its life will always be reborn.