Clothed with sunshine and dangled with the stars, hypnotized is she by the moon's lullabies.
"Cassandra, Cassandra," it sang her name.
Her orbs reflected iridescent hues, wanting to swim to the ends of the dark pit of space to follow its voice. A volcanic ecstasy within her painted the sky with fountains of sparks, making the clouds terrified that they hid to pave the way while the people below rejoiced.
What a foolish fancy, pity that she never found it.
