Desert riverbanks, bustling ports
Pearl-like beauty, a slender waist you could barely hold
Bright lights and drunken revelry, old photographs of yellowed flowers
In troubled times, longing for the past; a beauty enduring through the years
Actually, none of that is true. The heroine is a beauty who has emerged from the passage of time. She lives in a poor, ordinary era, with no such thing as standing out from the crowd.
Someone once said, if I could live forever, I would have to enjoy the wonders of every historical era.
What if that era were a time of turmoil?
Theme: Time cannot be reclaimed
