Christina -v1.00- By Paon | The Passion Of Sister

Curiosity, in all its mischief, is the first soft thing that becomes an avalanche. Christina asked no one and told no one. She walked to the market under the pretext of fetching herbs and let the sun bleach the lines of maps into her memory. She watched a man with a limp barter for cloth; she watched a merchant count beads and sigh as if his life were an arithmetic problem with no solution. Each face on the list appeared like a coordinate in a constellation only she could see.