Rainstorms dripped from her cloudy eyes; mockingbirds escaped from the greenery within them. I watched as every tree that was planted fell graveling at my feet.
Her yellow dress, like that of the sun, beckoned, calling me; fear enclosing, my speech paralyzed me. My mind took in every feature of her that, engulfed within, creating a character so tragic, yet divine

Flourishing flowers evaporate into thin ice, as Echo walked the flooding streets; fearlessly, I follow behind, watching as...