Gently the wind blows through blades of dark grass dazzled by a glimmer of moonlight,The city below, once gem-like and radiant, glowing bleak and dim, nearly lifeless...
There on the hill she sits, thoughtless, idle, wishing for nothing more, hoping she can lay there in that moment forever, effortless and unmotivated. The darkness permeates her soul and despair flows freely from her eyes. At times, even the most bright and heartened can fall victim to gloom and sorrow.

