As she walks down the rivers of light created by a passing rain and the crimson rice paper lamps, she casts an aura of ethereal beauty that becomes impossible to forget.
The scarlet silk of her kimono slides down her skin embodying the purity of the millenary Japanese blood that runs through her veins...
It is this very same sight that existed one hundred years ago,
and persists until nowadays,
the one that makes any man that dares to look at her to fall under her spell and remembers her until his last breath.
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“This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.”
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