On the black fertile soil, the girl opened her scarlet pupils.
As if she had been sleeping for a long time, there was a hint of weariness and confusion in the girl's eyes.
She was draped in a piece of black linen, like a fugitive, and her long hair as white as snow fluttered in the wind. Just walking barefoot.
The direction we are facing is Naggar, the southern border of the Principality of Belize. The girl tried hard to remember something, but her mind was just blank, like a baby who had just stepped into the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
