SamuelFuery

In a solitary glass room high above the eyes of the world there lives a girl with no name; a girl of extreme beauty, and all the while of extreme strangeness. She sits alone in her room; sits high above the cityscape on a glass pedestal, graced by puffy white clouds and little blue raindrops that float about her countenance. Every morning, the sun shines a halo to engulf her sanctuary; and every night the moon sends mists of light to play about her delicate feet. Her very complexion rivals the face of the moon goddess, pale as un-chipped ivory and soft as purest silk. About her porcelain face flows a frame of seaweed black hair. The wet stra