A tall figure leaned against the balcony and stared into the darkness. Wind swept around her, tousling her waist-length hair and blowing a few of the black strands into her face. The woman continued to look up at the night sky at the shining stars, not caring about her now muddled hair. She, who once was the small, lily-white child, has grown up. However, never has she lost her innocent tendencies.
She suddenly began to grow tired – for this she did not know why – trailed over to the white deck chair. Sitting down, letting herself be consumed by the need to sleep.
Hey, did you know?
Every game has its rules.
And those rules
are cemented from
the very beginning.
But, you already know this,
right?
