Helen
Somewhere deep in the middle planetary belt---
Inside a dark room with only one light source coming from afar, a few books scattered about, and a tall, thin cup containing a drink redder than blood, a young girl opened her eyelids, "...En." The whites of her eyes were clear as milk, as for her pupils they were bright crimson, like the purest kind of jewels... But she immediately closed her eyes again, placed one foot on top of the other, and began to gently rub her forehead.
The girl was wearing a black dress that covered her entire body except for the area between the neck and chest, and even her delicate hand was covered with a thin glove... The girl raised her hand, took the cup, and brought it closer to her face to take a sip.
Her face... Describing that face was not easy at all. How can one describe beauty itself?