In the turning wheel of fate, who is in control?
The wind blows past, and she remains. Snow buries her, and she looks back. Through lifetimes of reincarnation, her face never changes. Who is she?
Is it a joke fate is playing on a whim, or is it truly destiny?
Memories of the past, humble and dusty
Lotus blossoms dancing in flight
Blazing flames, wild and untamed
Lingering on, yet still cold
Never forgetting the mortal world
Wandering within it
Left behind like the dark of night
A decision made, amid endless uncertainty
What is love? I don't understand, so I seek to uncover its secrets...
The opening really isn't well written, but it's too late to fix it now. Please bear with it...
I'll do my best not to abandon this story... but I can't promise how often I'll update.
Perhaps my writing isn't very good and my thoughts are jumbled, but I'll keep going, even if I'm the only one who ever reads it.
At first, I really did start writing just on a whim...
