In land where colossal mountains reached up to the clouded skies, where wood lilies danced with the autumn breezes, where glassy waters gleamed blue as Neptune in the darkest of nights, old Ombretta lived solitary underneath an aged, cinnamon-coloured, sycamore tree. Whether considered a blessing or a curse, she did have a grand collection of memories.

Ombretta had all which we desire, her peace.
But as the saying goes, ”we all just want what we can’t have.” And these few words could describe Ombretta in a nutshell. She made mistakes, affecting her in ways she would never have thought or imagined. She was aware that it had only been wishful thinking when she asked the stars to bring back the life she missed, bring back the one she loved, yet it didn’t stop her from doing this every night. In a land so pure, there would always be her,
a darkness to the light.

Ombretta's life was built under three conditions.
One, she had no senses but sight and hearing, jealous of those who do.
Two, she had to live in the dark- always and forever, living in the shadows.
Three, she could never part her sycamore tree, no matter how much she felt the need to.
Afterall, not following these conditions- well that would break the laws of nature.
Some may have called Ombretta’s life a curse of limits and loneliness, perhaps it was, ...