He kept the book. He never looked for her. Because some aventuras de una noche are not meant to be repeated. They are meant to be carried—like a shard of pottery from a civilization that no longer exists, but whose shape still fits the palm of your hand.
The Transient Connection: An Essay on Ioxat’s "Una Aventura de una Noche" Una aventura de una noche -Ioxat-
Perhaps is whatever you need it to be: