Here dwells a maiden, with black hair kissed by blonde highlights. Dressed in the ebony silk of a garment that appears as if plucked from dreams. Light blue hues seem to read every and all details, as if a book was in front of her. Yet, her visage, is not of a ghost - but of a fragile human being.

She truly has not been what others were,
and she did not see what others saw.
Her passions did not come from the same spring,
And all she loved...