theprofector

Canaan's head tilted inquisitively. Huh... With slight awe, she gazed curiously at the black and white face tenaciously embodying her very own. Everything about this one photo represented something - either some form of emotion or subtle trace of metaphor, both in which she hadn't thought about for some long time. A nostalgic veil covered every stringy tendril of light hair, soft eyes, and those carefree pale clouds behind her back. If being in Japan wasn't enough of a foreign stimulant to her small sense of worldly cultures, that one look alone reflected in the photograph brought her back to that same day one year, thirty-three days, and f