• > > Awaking, she feels it in her stomach. She glares up at the ever changing moon. Her thoughts are a blur, as are her damp eyes, but she knows what she must do. A tremble of her hand shows that she is weak. The courage will never exist within her - the courage to move on. This world is truly... menacing.
    > > For as long as there was emotion, there has been this. "May they dissolve with every passing moment," she waves goodbye to the memories. The dampening turns to a constant stream, and laying on the soft white silk causes a pool at the base of a perfectly scupted collar bone. There are more to look to - memories. For not everything is hopeless.. she must forget in order to forgive.