Brighter than Shining Stars

As the street holds no soul but one, who lays underneath the bus station bench. Covered with layers upon layers of fine silk and cherry blossom petals.
A dime light shines above the soul that was wrapped in fine silk for warmth, and at what little light was provided you could see a face so pale like a vampire. Eyes lids were closed, only to spring open to hold confusion and fright all at once.
Underneath the bus station bench lays the only soul on planet Earth alive and still breathing, but is a mere young girl who is fighting for survival.