December Rain

In this novel, you may suddenly find yourself inside an old-fashioned classical ballroom.
Wide dresses in soft colors, elegant black suits, and shimmering lights reflecting on a polished floor. Everything feels filled with grace, calm, and a quiet kind of beauty, as if it belonged to a time one might wish to live in.

Then suddenly, in the middle of that refined silence, a thunderous explosion erupts.

In a single moment, elegance collapses and luxury falls apart.
Those elegant suits turn into the worn clothes of a weary farmer.
Those grand, flowing dresses become short, torn pieces of fabric.
The clean, radiant faces grow tired, dusty, and stained.

It is the revolution.

The time of this story is unknown, and its place even more mysterious.
Its world is not our world, and its time is not our time.

Where else could you find people who ride horses to travel... while using telephones at the same time?
Where could a king and his servants exist alongside a lawyer, a politician, and an artist?

This is a story that may challenge the mind a little.
A touch of madness, perhaps.
A mixture of revolution, imagination, and an unconventional kind of romance.