Disciples passing the Equilibrium Hall would occasionally see Swallow staring silently at this set of armor. T…
Disciples passing the Equilibrium Hall would occasionally see Swallow staring silently at this set of armor.
The armor curls around the body, as if to avoid hearing, seeing, or speaking.
No need to care about genius or ingenuity. No need to mind the flattering or curious gazes of others.
She only wanted to stay quietly in her corner, slowly remembering that first afternoon...
The sun was just right, and the breeze was soft. A dazed little pangolin crawled past the window, opened its sharp scales, and sunned its belly.
The young master's parents watched with tender eyes, smiling as they taught her how to draw shapes from nature.
Then, from a dull piece of wood, it grew into its own shape, carrying the love of her father and mother.