Birth in Santeren. Splinter

Loving is the road to infinity., Where the heart is pounding in the rhythm of hope, The warmth of hands in the midst of hardships, The light of a star that leads out of silence" ~Arianna Langrang~ The metropolis was waking up, and the first morning was filled with sounds that resonated in every heart. The light rustle of leaves, the rustle of tires on asphalt and the echoes of conversations on the streets created a melody into which new notes were woven with every passing moment. The light of the lanterns gradually faded, giving way to sunlight that filtered through the tall buildings, flooding the city with a golden hue. The first customers of coffee shops were already standing in line, waiting for a fragrant drink that would wake up their dreams. The elastic steps of people rushing to work intersected with the warm smiles of street musicians. Everyone in this rhythm was looking for their own melody, their own moments of happiness, which, like the morning mist, were elusive but full of promise. The air was filled with freshness, and nature tried to do without the smog of the metropolis. The birds, like jazz musicians, improvised their melodies, tearing at the branches of the trees, which spread their branches as a reward for perseverance and perseverance. This city seemed to have a life of its own, and every morning it repeated the same story of awakening, as if it were a reminder that endless possibilities were hidden in its depths. And what could have marred this beautiful morning, you ask? Let me tell you, although if you think about it, you won't have to wait at all. Our heroine had already woken up and was rushing to study in a hurry. Within the walls of the school, everything was familiar: ignoring classmates and ridiculing teachers, which over time only increased her isolation, forming two completely different sides of her personality. But let's put the sad things in the past and get to the point. "I'm home!" - the girl exclaimed, kicking off her shoes. " I'm not having dinner." She stepped into her room and closed the door, slamming her backpack onto the floor. She went to the bed and fell on it. The day was so exhausting that she couldn't feel herself anymore and fell into a deep sleep. And so our story begins... No, the story is about being born in Santerain, about people who were born to love.