No one knows her.
She lives in complete solitude.
No one can even see her.
Invisible to the human eye.
She sits in the shadows.
Watching, waiting.
She can feel it in the air,
something is changing. - a change in the wind.
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That poem is originally mine, I wrote to describe this story. Just mentioning that :)
Using this poem, you can decide what you think this story is about and if you would like to read it :).
Enjoy.
