From the woods she crept, her hair a wild mess.
Her eyes, deep and white. Two pools of endless light.
Those hands, the hands of a healer.
Those hands, the hands of a sinner.
She looked through you, as you passed her by. never noticing the being of light. The being in white. She turned her delicate chin to follow you with her endless gaze and yet you still ignored her. Oblivious to the power she held. Her hands trembled as she reached toward you, clenching her fist in agony. She suffered in silence, trapped in Earthen vines. Suffocating from sorrow.