ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ
"Winter is an etching. Spring is a watercolour. Summer is an oil painting. And Autumn is a mosaic of them all."Life was a pure bliss of perfection.Nothing was out of place. Nobody had strayed. Everything was peaceful and serene. But that didn't mean there weren't problems hidden in the shadows that lurked in the darkest corners. Nothing could be truly perfect, not in reality.…