Faraway World: Longing

Where night winds blew with dewfall cold, the lamps of mortal dust still shone. The white bird awakened amid a haze of warmth. The painted colors remained on the girl's cheeks as before. Tears had yet to dry in her eyes, yet starlight already gleamed within them, like the sky clearing after rain. Upon the desk, the silk scroll lay scattered, the stamped seal resting heavy as a mountain.