Eian MacGregor existed in a never-ending limbo, caught
in an envelope in time. Eternity stretched ahead of him,
a hopeless and lonely place. Or was it? Shaken from his
lethargy by two intricately drawn pictures of himself,
Eian was equally moved by the young woman who’d painted
them. He looked at her and saw breathtaking beauty. What
did she see when she looked at him?