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The heavy mist pulsed and flew in comforting currents around her like a weightless prison. Her feet had carried her a long way—or so it felt like, for she must surely have walked for an eternity—but there was nothing but endless seas of tall barley brushing along her pale, almost ivory sides. The magic of letting the soft stalks brush along her gentle fingertips had been gone for a while now, for golden laced orbs sought up towards the blue of a sky she could not see through the impenetrable white of the fog. More than once, she thought she heard the softened cry of a lost bluebird, but when white, silky audits searched for its continuous song, there was nothing but an empty breath of a scentless breeze. She longed to taste the colours of summer, and eyes were teary with their hunger for simple colour.
Unhappiness was something she had tasted only in small doses in the past, but now it seemed to eat its way through everything. Her memories, her very soul. Thin, snowy arms did what they could to embrace her youthful frame, but nothing she could do could shut the horrible cold out. Soon, it was going to devour her heart as well. The pure being shook with the fear of such a thought, but it was all she could look forward to, the girl trapped in the endless field of earth’s gold. She had cried; called for her spirit to come back and forgive her for her sins, but there was no return of innocence to be found. Her mind tried to find the reason for her unbearable punishment, but memories had turned dim and unreal after all this time. But Noir knew she must have done something terrible to have been ripped away from everything and everyone she knew and loved so.
She was all alone, for the first time she had no one, and it had already been so long. As so many times before, white knees gave in for the weight of her internal agony, and the young woman disappeared in-between the tall barley. No one was out to find her, so why shouldn’t she bury her face against the rough ground and cry? Pink-shaded claws dug into the hard packed, scentless ground and she rubbed her cheeks against the colourless earth, desperate to feel something—anything at all. But she was awarded nothing; there wasn’t even pain to be found as she rubbed her face with now-dark stained nails. Nothing. Did she even exist anymore?
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