The music danced over the surface of her snow coloured skin. Her eyes, as of a wolf who stares into the horizon with curiosity upon a prey faraway from the devouring canines. Such thought that humbles a wolf and makes it look innocent. Those eyes blinking over lips, pink as smudges of twilight that embrace the falling sun, force you to believe in one longing sight that falls on such beauty. A sight that makes you trade your very existence for it.
Most of you must have read this masterpiece. I won’t write much about it in the review as we all know that such naration of magical realism can’t be explained but felt. Though the critiques have been generous with their comments over the fast paced timeline with many slow details but overall it’s a wonderful experience to read it. I’m open to discussions!