09/10/2021
"There were not stars, but the diamonds of the gracious chandelier, speckling rainbow freckles upon the blanche of the white walls. Dust danced in the air as we did, tumbling over the snowy duvets in light-hearted harmony."
A theme and variation by Annika Lee that both adores and mourns love's predicament, with the blessed dreamlike opening melody riddled by the cursed final cadence on which reality ends.
Artwork courtesy of Maggie Xian.
The ti**le of giggles rung through the air, slightly treble, and slightly baritone. A morning glow illuminated the gilded design …