District lights immense from the contrast of the still dark night. Cloaked with discomfort, it was as if I was chambered in ice. Fatigue was soon found to paralyse remaining streaks of efficience. The visible began closing in on the vision her pupils could gather.

Dancing neon simmered to a gradual silhouette of colours, the pitch in its black enveloped the world that wrapped around her. Inexplicable myriad of stirrings within the sculpt of her self caused murmuring whimpers to engage.

Hush now, hush. May solitude stand by you, my delicate china in the rough. Fear not love, for your fervent ranger is with you right here.