Soaked-woods, infront of château stretched a meadow.

              . . . .               ☾
                       HALVARD MALCOMN.
           REGULER SESSION. ╱ TELEGRAM.

     Blossoms that almost wilted were now
     crammed with fireflies, awakening their
     feelings to blooming again.

Sole like two souls bound together, never ceasing to spread fondness with the two united touches. Letting winds carry the heart remains steadfast. “Remembering that you warm my heart—to believe, again, in existence of candorness.” The château that was previously drowned in blackness, now lit-by-crimson candlelights that convey ambition to open an unprecedented pages.