Every soul stood watching from behind the window sills. Awaiting the dawn of the new day, but instead bewildered by the new muddled Morine. What happened? Why? Not a living matter knows. She should let this go for it is starting to hold her tight in sparse cuffs. Well, hypothetically speaking.

A warm shade of bronze, her visage- solemn, emerald eyes of reindeer and a luring nonchalant smile. Slick expressions slid along her bold features and left a sophisticated trace of exhaustion. Her hair was randomly tucked in a messy bun, chalky black strands casually cascading.

***"Could it be the spark of reluctance to the deprecated calls? Wrong realms of uncertainty and misconceptions lure to a hole of daunts. Sores, numbing."***, she forced it into her knarled theorems and locked it tight.