The wind whipped and stung her skin bringing mock tears to her eyes. Mad's hair flew about her face like raven wings. For the first time in her little remembered life she felt hollow, her face carved in stone only her eyes betrayed her lashing out like daggers cutting and scarring all the sights in front of her. Silent shadows darted around her, red beacons shone out like piercing eyes accusing and declaring all at once. Even the moon was cloaked in darkness taking away her last beacon of hope. Usually she revelled in the dark knowing she couldn't be found if she didn't want to be, yet now it presented all her fears, calling her for judgement and making them dance like puppets before her. As she stood upon the precipice of her mind suspended above one of the most beautiful cities on earth, where even the traffic flowed like blood mimicking the pulse of life, an unearthly chill permeated her bones, froze her blood and pierced her heart with an icy dagger.

As much as these feelings and sentiments were foreign to her she knew they'd visited her before but when? She puzzled, her carved features softened in anxiety, eyes revealing her bewilderment to any who cared to look. Stirred by the familiar feelings the voices desperately tried to free themselves from their too long imprisonment, frantically they pulled against their bonds and chains only to be denied by the very thing they'd once haunted and controlled.