If beauty is a weapon, then his beauty is a sharp blade. The cold knife light reflected on my face, which cheered me up in just a moment.
He's so good-looking, I thought. The perfect profile, the long eyelashes, the well-jointed hand holding the wine glass. Then he threw the drink at the wild drummer on stage. There was an uproar. Only his careless back made this farce particularly beautiful.
This is him, I said to myself. Maybe I have been waiting for this day for a moment, maybe for ten thousand years. How can a person who has lived in the cold for ten thousand years not yearn for the wildfire that was stolen by Prometheus?
Purpose: Good feelings can have a healing effect