Prologue Heart of veins
His eyes were cold as usual when the day had ended. He had watched her sleeping the entire day.
Saya, my love. Wake up.
It had been thirty years now. Thirty years since she had fallen asleep. Her black hair had grown and now covered up almost every part of her body. He had raised his hand, meaning to touch the skin she was sleeping in. But he couldn't. He didn't know the consequences of such a selfish action and thereby lowered his hand. He regretted it now. He regretted each chance he didn't take to be with her. Saya.
Hurry up, my dear.
He had promised her this. He promised. And he would never break a promise with her.
I'll be there, day and night.
His black hair slowly moved in the wind as he stood at the entrance. Gone. She was gone.
Where are you? Saya. I'll find you.
He opened his eyes and turned around. He wasn't going to break his promise.
I can feel you, Saya. Wait for me. I'm coming.