Mutilations adorned her hitherto unembellished skin, manifesting an aura that radiated from her apathetic vessel, reeking of isolation, giving to the illusion of a recluse. Malevolent sutures scrawled across her limbs, depressing the pale silk, cavities among hollows: distasteful dimples serrating the sapphire branches, defined in deep shades of rubicund and grey clouds.
Dripping, dripping, dripping — saturated, drenched, soaked — inexplicable streams, falling from the earth, descending into the soil, intertwining with the stained elegance of snow-laced ribbons buried deep within.