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“I have always been there,  waiting for the history, waiting for the time.”

A city

Where the sky meets the water, there stands a lonely island.  
Where the shades falling into, there endowed a beautiful  name
---- L’île Ciel.
On which  lies only one city, called “la joie”.
A fence, making of stones, surrounds  this city. Animal citizens in it are like our human beings. Taking things as they are, not having dreams, letting alone breaking the silence.  Fresh things in here all are peculiar and criticized.  More should not have outsiders, for though they pass across the steep mountain chain, people who don’t understand love won’t see the city either.

A deer

Ruby is the only tailor in the city. She has gifted sensitivity and fancy, which seems incompatible with other people. Ruby is contradictory. On one side, She eagers for freedom and exploration, on the other hand, she is peaceful as the lonely island, which is trapped. However, “Going out”, being a costume designer，this flame, never has been extinguished.
Until the end of this summer, a man appeared, who disturbed the world of the lonely island.

“I have always been there,  waiting for the history, waiting for the time, waiting for the miracle, appearing. ”

A strange person

He was a magician with glittering eyes, named Brahms----
One of the oldest roaming race who had a talent of time traveling. He destined for everywhere, to find the meaning of travel. He did various magic, traversed various ages, passed by various beauties. Ruby was attracted by the outsider deeply. They met, and being bosom friend.
Standing on the top of L’île Ciel, he told Ruby about all he had experienced. When Ruby took his hand, they enjoyed childish fun, in this midsummer. He promised he would took Ruby out of this lonely island, let her free.

A Goodbye
One day morning, Brahms suddenly took French leave, only leaving a letter. On the letter, there was only one sentence. “Leaving, exactly was the meaning of travel.”

A travel

Ruby didn’t know the reason for Brahms’s leaving. But from then on, Ruby started to dream.
In the dream, she could travel time as well like Brahms. Her eyes were shining like ruby. Could, could pass through time, experience various ages, and change various identities.
Where did Brahms go? Would Ruby stay? Or she would find alone? Finding dreams? Or the meaning of felicity?
A beautiful and wonderful storybook, flipping its dust, began to reveal in front of us