In this world, where everyone was fighting for something, she was left wandering in the meadow of nowhere. She don't belong in anywhere, the sad truth, she couldn't even dare to care anything. Puzzling, confused, words that she felt suit her, at any given time. And time itself is a symbol of curiosity, such words, such grace, such period, why, it's all a strange bubbling things to her.

And here she is, staring at the void space, extinguishing life of any sort of dreams, pushing it into nothingness. Well,what dreams are when it's only a mindless, floating ideas, mostly forgotten by their creators.

'Pathetic" she spat on the ground.