If I could turn back time, I don't think I would. It's not so bad here. Now I'm not alone, the empty hallways mocking me as I lay awake. I made friends here; the stars are very nice when you get to know them. They don't talk much, but they're great listeners. And sometimes, if I reach high enough, I can touch them. I don't have to work to live, I just lay around all day. It's actually quite nice. But I can still hear the water in my ears. It never goes away, almost laughing at me. That's the worst part about drowning.

Lips of blood red, hair of ebony black, skin of snow white. An angel of a child. Daughter of royalty. But such perfection is short lived, if perfection exists at all. To obtain the balance of life and death a sacrifice must be made. It is only fair if a life is taken when another life begins. The key token was the mother, the queen of Mortallan. Her life was lost in the birth. The birth of Snow White.

Some lives are inked deeply with darkness more than light, so much darkness that there is only a slim dream of escape from this dismal, twisted world. Hers is one of these lives. But what she doesn't know is that her world is bigger than she could ever imagine.

Imprisoned where the only person in existence is yourself, is there any worth of life? Here the concept of life itself doesn't even apply. Follow the new Eve's growth within herself from the competence of a child to that of an intelligent person that realizes there is no way out.

They live among us. They are monsters, desperate for perfection... Thriving only on claiming new members, on death. They are frozen, immortal, in a world without warmth, living their mistakes. To us they are beautiful. Gorgeous, we see them how they want us to. They are obsessed with insurmountable beauty, some is never enough. What are they? You won't know until you join them. Remember, we will always have open arms. Beauty is just a death away.