Thorn Blossoms on the Ruins

Spring is a tragedy born of sin. As hope shoots up and grows, an abyss of immeasurable depth is destined to lie in its wake.

Winter is the curtain call behind the vicissitudes of life. Swallowing the bitter fruit with tears in her eyes, she is destined to have blood-red thorny flowers grow in her heart.

Whatever it is, whoever's dark world or coming-of-age story it may be, we watch on with cold indifference...

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