It is said that in a distant village,
where only magical beings live,
a girl drew the face of her beloved with her own pencils,
and sent it to that village,
asking the magical creatures to bring the image to life,
so she could speak to him whenever she wished.
She had longed, many times, to speak to him,
yet she could not.
She had always wanted to share her happiness with him,
to let the joy she carried accompany her,
and she had wished to tell him all the stories she had written for him,
and to hear his voice on cold nights,
so it might bring warmth into her heart…
But she was never able to do any of that.
So, will the magical creatures help bring the image to life?
Or will her heart remain burdened with what cannot be said?