Her coiffure loosely gathered, her makeup faintly applied.
A gauzy veil of green mist and smoke drapes her graceful form, while drifting catkins and wandering threads swirl without direction.
Meeting is not as good as never meeting; how can affection compare with indifference?
When the music and singing fade, the wine begins to wear off. Deep in the courtyard, the moon hangs low, and all is still.
Reader's guide:
Be a short story (take note).
The political structure is fictional. If there are problems or plot holes, it's because the author is a silly goose. Everything serves the story.
The protagonist's worldview is not the author's worldview. Please don't conflate them.
Theme: The nation and its people are a responsibility one must not lightly abandon.
