What is perfection? Is it spring blossoms and autumn moons, cool summer breezes and winter snow? The curve of falling rain? The way a flower blooms? This sixteen-year-old girl is kind and courteous. She is serene and quiet... It seems every lovely quality can be found in her. She seems to know everything, and there seems to be nothing she can't do... Like a deity, a perfect deity. Beyond the ordinary idea of "perfection," she seems to embody it. But is that really true? Does perfection really exist? Are there truly perfect people? Is it all a disguise, or is she really like that...? No one knows.
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