At dawn, with cloudbursts, daylight breaks. The sun's warm rays awaken the cold stone walls of the olden castle. A maiden, fair, with silk auburn locks emergeth from the ancient gates. Though she is embellished in a gown of velvet, with medieval embroidery garnishing it's splendor, her face seems out of place somehow.
Her eyes shine the light of a generation far greater than the age she is cast to. As she walks down the cobblestone bridge to a grassy meadow, her eyes seem to search for a being unknown. Perhaps it is a person, an owl, or a fish. Perhaps it is not a being at all, but a thing, a something lost in time. But her eyes give no clue as to what they're searching for, only that they're searching...
