After she escaped from the suffocating marriage, she sealed her heart in the thick fog on the border.
A lifetime of silence, a lifetime of self-transcendence, not believing in redemption, not looking forward to the glimmer of light.
He is the most restrained person on the border, cold, self-possessed, and guarded as iron.
But just for her, he broke all the rules and hid all his tenderness.
He brought her out of the abyss, and she gave him a place to return.
When the fog rises, it doesn't ask where it came from; when the fog falls, it only recognizes the way back.
Half of the dust is fog, half of life is a journey.
You are the only light in my desperate situation and the only shore for the rest of my life.
