Classical notes from a ghost piano, they consumed the lady, her fingers quivered, longing for the ivory
Standing, a white marble statue in the middle of a ruthless autumn picture, maples everywhere with colours so madly alive, in their death.
The lady reached out with her arms, she didn’t kneel lest she disappeared, she was already meaningless standing like she was.
“Look what I’ve brought you back, look what I’m offering” she said
“Do you recognize it? Do you remember? Look how pure it is, ancient ones believed it was primordial ice that cannot melt anymore… Look how clear and black it is”
The dragon seemed to sleep in the dim light
“Go on, sleep… we’re doubly tied”
