About Tianzelle

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was a little clumsy, but clumsy in just the right way, and very cute.

Whenever she walked, she would count her own steps. One, two, three… and then she would suddenly forget where she had counted to. She thought about it and felt that this was not quite right, so she decided to count again from the beginning. She felt that this was fair, because every step could be treated seriously.

One day, a cloud fell from the sky.

It was not a very, very big cloud. It was a small, soft cloud, like cotton candy.

The little girl looked up for a long time, until her neck ached, then sat on the ground and kept looking. She wondered: if a cloud had fallen down, would the sky feel cold? Would the sky notice that it had lost a little something?

She felt that she should help.

So she carefully picked up that cloud. But the cloud was far too soft, and as soon as she held it, it became two clouds. She was startled and quickly apologized in a small voice, saying that she had not meant to do it.

The cloud was not angry. It slowly and gently floated back into the sky, as if nothing had happened.

Only then did the little girl let out a breath of relief. She felt that she had done a very great good deed today. Although no one had seen it, the sky would surely remember.

On the way home, she accidentally stepped into a puddle. The splash went “pa” and leapt very high. She froze for a moment, then nodded seriously, feeling that the puddle must be greeting her.

At night, she lay in bed with an empty head, but she was not afraid at all. There were many things she could not understand.

For example, why Sister IGCrystal was always surrounded by snowflakes.

For example, why there were so many words she could not understand in Sister BayHyn’s books.

For example, why Sister Xirayu was always dazed on rainy days.

For example, why clouds could fly, and why stars did not fall down.

It was all right if these questions had no answers.

Because this was a world where clouds could fall, where greetings could be made, and where things could be treated seriously.

And she really, truly liked this beautiful world.

The little girl soon fell asleep.

When she slept, her brows would wrinkle slightly, as if she were seriously thinking about something even in dreams. But those questions did not chase after her. They only stayed quietly at the edge of the dream, like rows of books that were not in a hurry to be opened.

At night, the wind outside the window walked by softly.

The wind saw the way she counted her steps, saw her nod to the puddle, and saw her apologize to the cloud. The wind felt that all of these things were very important, so it carefully put them away one by one, placing them somewhere in the world where they would not easily be lost.

When the little girl woke the next day, she had forgotten the “very great good deed” she had done yesterday.

She was not sad at all.

Because she did not need to remember.

It was enough that the world remembered.

When she got out of bed, her feet stepped onto the floor and felt a little cold, so she said “good morning” to the floor. The floor did not answer, but she could feel that it was not unhappy. So she washed her face with relief, turning the faucet just right, neither too much nor too little.

Before going out, she thought for a moment and turned back to look at the sky.

All the clouds were in their original places, as if nothing had happened yesterday. She confirmed this carefully, then nodded, feeling that everything was properly in order.

She continued walking, one step after another.

One, two, three…

Then she forgot again.

That was all right.

She only needed to count again from the beginning.

Because in this world, going slowly would not be hurried, and being a little clumsy would not be mocked. Every tiny thing, as long as it was treated seriously, would become a tenderness that truly existed.

And she was growing up together with this world, bit by bit, in exactly this way.