It's just a clichéd love story, with a little of the history of this other world woven in. I want to use this book to express some things I've long wanted to say. It doesn't matter if anyone reads it. The novel's narrative doesn't rely much on cliffhangers or cryptic hints. There's no System, no cheat, and no overtly intense conflict or particularly satisfying plot, so I probably won't be able to keep many readers. Still, whether anyone reads it or not, I'll finish writing it. I write for myself. When I write and how much I write are up to me.
I want to write about beauty. Perfect beauty, flawed beauty, beauty that vanishes in a flash, beauty that never changes: I want to write about all of it. That's why this book exists. The two protagonists are, to me, the most beautiful kinds of people.
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I dedicate this book to all the "strangers in a strange land" within us. May you never be lonely again.
Come on!!!!!