When she was eight years old, she dreamed of the towering library for the first time - the bookshelves could not be seen to the top, and light and dust floated in the air, as if all the records in the world were hidden. A white-haired old man pointed at her eyebrows: "The last ray of soul has returned, you have to save him."
She had had this dream for ten years. Later, she stubbornly chose to study philosophy in Germany, as if a voice from somewhere told her that the answer was there, and he was also there.
Until she bumped into that face for the first time at a friend's wedding in a Tuscan manor - strange, yet inexplicably familiar, as if she had seen it thousands of times before.
-----Archived on August 29, 2026---------------------
Purpose: Female growth