C1978 An Ancient past

The young girl's eyes sparkled with life, her clothes billowing ever so gently as though she were about to dance on air.

Her wrists were as smooth as ivory, and her deep purple tresses swayed in the breeze. The hem of her gown, the color of moonlight, fanned out slightly, as if embracing the expanse of the surrounding mountains and rivers.

"How do you like it?"

"It's very beautiful