The quotation:
Their gaze had a strange radiance - "a frozen flame" was the phrase that leapt to mind. That flame had warmth, but at the same time, it was cool and collected. Like a rare jewel whose glow came from deep within. That light expressed naked yearning when projected outside. Focused inward, it strove for completion. Those two sides were equally strong, and at perpetual war with each other.
The impression:
My feelings about this book is like the underground river setting that the main character ventures into to save Mariye: the river separates absence and presence, and is covered by a white mist
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