Re:Althea, The Grimoire

Holding onto the rusty chains of the swing; listening to the cheerful sounds of children, I stared at the endless sea of clouds reminiscing of the joyful times before, out of the blue, an enormous shadow was cast upon the playground, an aircraft in blaze fell upon the joyful scene, turning the innocent playground into a graveyard. Ten days passed, with the little wisp of life in me... I wished to the skies, a wish of the childish me: "I wish... I wish I could be the Grimoire of Love..."