25 comments · October 30, 2012
and then, all suddenly, she wandered through the darkness. as dark as it was, her flowing frock seemed to glow its innocent whiteness making a violent contrast to the surroundings. her skin was as pale as a ghost. her steps made no voice although the land was filled with wizened leafs and decaying plants. between her shoulder blades she had a pair of wings, not bird-like ones but a butterfly's, but she looked like no fairy. she had hidden her face behind a grim mask so one couldn't be able to tell who she was. neither would it have been apparent to you where she came from or what for; or even, if she was alive.