"I cannot leave them," Daiyu whispered. "If we lose our words, we lose who we are." ✍️ The Final Stroke
Carved from dark stone, holding water and her deepest grief.
Daiyu looked down at the paper. She was halfway through painting the character for . The top part was a blade; the bottom part was a heart. A knife over the heart.
"I cannot leave them," Daiyu whispered. "If we lose our words, we lose who we are." ✍️ The Final Stroke
Carved from dark stone, holding water and her deepest grief. Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhan...
Daiyu looked down at the paper. She was halfway through painting the character for . The top part was a blade; the bottom part was a heart. A knife over the heart. "I cannot leave them," Daiyu whispered