Silence echoes after each footstep of her leather boots on the grey pavement, one after the other. Strolling, the wisp, cool breeze passes by her face and fans her long, silky, black hair like a Chinese Wan-Shan. Orange, red, golden leaves rustle back and forth in midday. With the warm sun shining down on her, goosebumps arise from her soft skin from the chilly atmosphere. The winds began to swirl and whisper lightly into her ears, leaving the sound of music in the beats of an indigenous drum, struggling for its secrets to be heard. Bmm...Bmmm...Bmm...Her heart speaks back through the vibrations of her pounding heart. Bum, bum. Bum, bum. It touches her with its calm abstract rhythms. Falling into the infinitely beautiful sounds, she awakens from all her arousing dreams. The vibrant skin of the drum amplifies the simplicity in its whispering the slightest look of lost beauty in humanity.