The garden of dreams, this is my sanctuary, my home, a place of solitude where i am always alone.
I don't know why I am here, and how i got here, i just opened my eyes one day, and here i was, in this desolate place, alone.
How much time has passed?
One month?
Two months?
No...more...so much more that i have already lost track.
In this garden, where everything seems to have died already probably because of the flames i hold in my hands. It hasn't rained here yet, or, perhaps it never will. Knowing all of that i still ask myself...
"When will it rain? When will the storm come?"
Oh how i long for the cold drops of heavens tears.
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Before Dark
FantasyAt twilight, exists a garden in an uphill slope called the "the garden of dreams", there lives a young and beautiful girl with no name and no idea of how long she's existed. A young man finds himself in her garden one day and makes a promise to end...
