She stands alone on cold concrete
Eyes locked on gray flecks of stasis.
Passion and purpose swirl around her like the whispers of a dying storm...
Only white noise. The kind you can fall asleep to.
Her back turned, she blindly cradles indifference with apathetic arms.
Time passes... moves with the dreaming child.
Flickers pull at her attention. Words tug at her stupor.
She grapples her Wraith, begging him to hold the foreground.
Flash. Distractions are Eclipsed.
Her eyes dart and indifference is jolted like a still heart under paddles.
One glimpse is enough to see her frostbitten eyes, her cement feet, her stone shoulders, her listless arms with back turned... standing beside herself.