She lived a thousand of years. She never wilted like a flower nor has a single drop of dew spilled from her flesh. She, with repeating lives has grown tired. Only with "him" would she make destiny appear over and over again. She waits after "his" every end of beginnings. She seeks before "his" every finale. She, the one who wished for this beautiful curse. *** I do not own the cover photo. Credits to Hsiao-Ron Cheng for making a beautiful illustration.