31 December 2012
The cherry blossoms glowed light pink. The white brick roads had a porcelain-like gleam. She took a breath, almost like she was trying to breath in the beauty and keep it with her forever. High above the garden, a palace towered over the flowers. Pristine glass, light bounced off the walls and shined and glowed and washed over the smooth surfaces. She didn't want to even breath for fear of knocking it over. It was the most perfect sight she'd ever seen, and would ever see again.
The Glass Palace • Opuss № I