TORTURED SOULS: SEIYA CLEOPATRA BUENAVENTURA
CHAPTER 33 [ And when all things deem to get buried—tortured souls and a girl whose face is a ruin came hunting who’s at fault...]
CALAPAN PORT, ORIENTAL MINDORO, PHILIPPINES
The clouds lay wide-awake. A horizon filled with coloured panels—glossy and matted resembling a heap of those curves in an arch. They ignited in mermaid colour—the vibrant peach in pearls in a sweet anchor of blue and white. It looks calm. A chaste touch of solitude—soliciting through the waves that came back and forth, lulling the seas, which stretched as far as one could see. They look unending; dangerously captivating as they bathed and bask underneath the golden array of the sun itself as it hovered, despite the senile appearance that deems to attract bystanders and
