I look at the three gorgeous relics that were left in my possession--how different from one another they are but how oddly similar they are. Dating them back proves that they each were taken from an era of their own, but how do they fit so will together when they are varieties of ages? It is almost as though they were made a set by some old soul who lived in all three eras.
It's such a shame though, that the kingdom did fail, as strong as it was. Although the end was palpable it was unforeseeable--even those who felt the end coming could not fathom it actually happening.
The month of March is the slowest for the queen, well, the former. But what for the king of her past? (Hmph, I assume he's been through July already.) Remnants of the village pain the queen still. Dear King, how goes everything?
March 6th, 2011
