To my surprise, there was no hint related to the quest. There was only a line of elegantly written words.
"There is nothing more tender than the look in a lover's eyes. A butterfly can't fly over the ocean, not because it doesn't have the courage, but because no one is waiting for it on the other side. Three years of waiting, and the flower still did not bloom in time. I spent summer writing a prologue to a piece of music that conveyed my loneliness. I thought that, by closing my eyes, I would not see the darkness in the world. I thought that, by covering my ears, I would not hear the worries around me. I thought that, if I stopped walking, I would no longer feel lost. I thought that, if I stopped writing, I would forget my sorrows. The ending to the story that I once thought would never
