+ falsitas
This is a story --- A story about time. Time & the people it changes .. A story about you --- and me. An identity diluted & dissolved in a whirpool of years. Nohara Rin is no more. She had been lost between the tides of sacrifice and complete isolation. She had been deemed dead for years. They had mourned her. Remembered her. Spoken about her. Forgotten her. Just like everything in life – eroded by the accumulated dust of minutes and seconds ; of sleepless nights and breathless sighs. But she was alive – a speck of life dancing between shadows and shades. A particle stepping on dawns and dusks. Nameless, friendless – a complete stranger. " Time never seems to betray us. It's the only constant among variables. Wouldn't you agree? "
Cinnamon-coated irises flit across dark silhouette. Another stranger? Perhaps an unknown friend? Or possible threat? And does it matter?
