She is not human.
She is a piece of living glass born from the setting sun on the mountain top. She is brought down to the world by the wind and wakes up at the most transparent moment. She has no name, no voice, no shadow, but she can see the light in the deepest part of people's hearts.
She passed through the snow, the river bank, the abandoned bell tower and the silent city. She saw children crying in the rain, saw the old man hiding the letter in his pocket, and saw a black cat waiting for a spring that would never come again. She doesn't belong anywhere, but she leaves a drop of "refraction" in every place.
She records, listens, is never remembered, and is never forgotten.
This is a growth story that does not belong to human beings but leads to people's hearts. From the perspective of an inhuman "Glass Girl", she writes about those moments in life that are so light that they are almost blown away by the wind - they are tiny and transparent, but they are where life truly shines.
Have you ever met her?
Maybe you've seen it. But when you reach out your hand, she has gone with the wind.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
