You can't stop things that are meant to happen...things that have been decided. You can't alter what is natural...you can help but you can't really solve it all...Celestine.
Stop acting like an Achkerian...or ubralo... when you're a celestial.
No more days left...
Celestine quickly opens her eyes. She's dreaming. She knows it isn't just a usual dream. No. It's not my dad. She thinks.
She gets up from her bed and opens the window in front of her bed. It's late-night and the stars are shining bright despite the cold winds that seem to prompt the coming of rain.
No more days left....
She recalls what she heard.
" Callan..", she whispers.
Am I acting far from how I should suppose to? What's wrong with what am I doing? She asks in her mind.
The morning is fine. Flowers are bloo
