"She held the teacup gently in her long slender fingers. She glanced at me through her obsidian black eyes, twinkling with affection. Her appearance remains youthful, as if those past five years were nothing but a mere fluke of time. Smiling indistinguishably the way she did back then, resplendent in beauty." "She once gave me a cup, fragrant of ginger but now I'm making the same for her. I print these countless sheets of white on which lays the strokes of charcoal ink, my heart will forever sing this lovely rhythm of contrivance." cover art efferwescent on (twt)