She walks alone in the dark, not knowing where she is going or when she will return. But she is not afraid of the things that linger in the dark, not afraid of being hurt. She has been hurt before, and will be hurt again. Nothing can out do the pain she has bestowed upon herself. She feels no pain, and does not fear it. Her heart is cold, like the black sky. It will remain this way for ever more, she has given up on the world. And the world has given up on her, or so it seems. The darkness enfolds her body like a blanket; it is comforting to know something so invisible could make her feel so welcome.