Gusts of wind brushed against the window panes. Wolves of the wind sorrowfully howl as gentle energy hits the glass, coinciding with the music softly playing from the gramophone. The familiar fragrance of rain spreaded across the room as the world anticipated rain. Oh what beautiful await. She wanted to dance to the music, but her aging body lifted her no further than a few steps from the handles of her rocking chair. She rested in the cushions of her worthy armchair, and began to fall asleep. Moments of wondrous youth streamed into her vague memories as her being began to immerse into immortality.

Ah, she felt the heavens outstretching their Light to her. Her extended journey was done.