Once upon a time there was a girl. Let’s give her a name, a blue tangerine suits well. She used to dream about cascade of indigo skies. Her hand full of roses, sparkles in the eyes. Her vision was transparent, clearer the thoughts, infatuating to the heart.

She was a lullaby to the wind, whispers of her was the mellow to the earth. But oneday everything fell apart and she disappeared. What happened to her at the end? People asked and asked.

Maybe she fell on a lybrinth, passed into some oblivion or concealed with dark magic spells.

Oneday out of the blue the girl came from nowhere. That vivid jolliness, sparkles in the eyes, sweet corns on her smiles-all were missing. She now has become a total stranger with gloominess all over her face. Suppressing the dark clouds among her veins. Again people asked her about her departure but she couldn’t return their answers. How could she? Because only she knows she’s a mystery to herself.