It's cold. It's scary. It's dark and lonely. Her face lies in the cold white grains of sand. Her body limp, crimson gashes along her arms, her midnight silk dress is torn. Her gray eyes are dead. Almost dead. Every few moments, they turn a warm emerald. If I look close enough, I can see a part of the sea in them. Her eyes close and she calms down. Below the silvery moonlight, beside the dark ocean, she is taken back to those treasured moments she'll never forget.
She's running on the green hilled land, under fluffy clouds and blue skies. The warmth of the sun is on her arms and face. The strawberry pink gown flows behind her in gentle wisps carried by the morning breeze. Her feet are bare and wet from the dew which settled on the grass that morning at dusk.
Her face gets paler. She jerks her eyes open and gasps for another breath of salty sea air. Again she is dragged back to her memories.
There is a single tree. It holds the whole world in it's lush leaves. Gold sparkles surround the tree hovering in the wet air. She dances to the trunk and touches the rough bark, looking into the foliage. Her laugh is carried with the wind. The sound of rushing water is heard. No person is in sight for miles. She smiles a smile that reminds me of the stars. Her feet skip away twirling in the rays of sunshine.
Up in the sky is a lonesome dark cloud. It breaks into tears and bursts over the setting. The sky and sun dissappear. The world is flooded with darkness.
She lies there. Still. Is she comforting the world? If so, she is miserably failing. Only several painful breaths are left, for the ignorant world to save.