All the living things
A City. A Forest.One caged girl. Nova was born in that apathy, in the city where people weren't people and the buildings were left to fall on themselves. She could never think of anything else, the sad song of the sharp cement jaws and thick smog clouds. But maybe, there is another. A neat melody so pure, peaceful, a soft hand descending and picking her up, bringing her away, freeing her. A song that's made of all bright and living and happy things. Can Nova ever hear it? Can she unearth the secrets it carries?…
