00 - DEAR ATTIC NOTEBOOK

In the hearts of dreamers, lament will always linger. Sadness can bloom into the brightest, lambent shades, like the rain giving way to the phantom of a rainbow, like the promise of hope. But sorrow may also wind down a darker, colder path. Our hearts struggle to find our way back, but our footprints have faded into the snow.

Tales:
[1] snow bees
[2] moonlight orange
[3] don't find me
[4] her glass castle