Kamilla.
In the darkness, only the white things breathe—roses, porcelain, books, and her cheek. Leaning against the round table, she looks toward us. The flowers are arranged, the tea has cooled, time has stopped. In this dimness, only the white ones quietly remain, together with her.
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