A work of fiction, born from a fantasy conjured beside the pillow.
In my innocent youth, my older sister was the only light in my eyes.
When turmoil engulfed the land, we supported each other and struggled to survive, never abandoning one another.
But the forever we once promised changed with the passing years.
The farewell song of a golden age became a mournful, final aria.
I really don’t know how to write a blurb, so please bear with me.
My writing isn’t great, and I’m even worse about abandoning stories. Proceed with caution.
There is a touch of sadness, please cheer.
However, I personally don't like tragedies very much, the kind of separation between life and death, which is heart-wrenching to watch and can't stand.
With a glimmer of hope, I ask, is your article sad or happy?
There is a touch of sadness, please cheer. However, I personally don't like tragedies very much, the kind of separation between life and death, which is heart-wrenching to watch and can't stand. With a glimmer of hope, I ask, is your article sad or happy?