Across barren plains, her thoughts wandered. Far reaches to the corners of the lands, her mind traveled. For unknown questions she's trying to answer, forever searching, the mind's plunder.

For days, with just the cloth that protects her from the relentless desert winds and storms, she reached the lands of Artundia. As said in the prophetic texts where one seeks the answer to the unknown lies a test in the distant lands of the forsaken.

The sight of its barrenness overwhelmed her. As though her soul was translated and scarred the land that behold in front of her. Summoned what's left of her sanity, she embraced the emptiness, for what it hid values her meaning of existence.  ¶ 10:08 PM

  She walks through the mist, thoughts filled her consciousness. Would it be delivered by the hand of fate? Ravaging through lost memories, in hope to find a clue. Neither light nor shadow can she find that object of obscuration. The mist avoided her, as though the flow of river around an obstacle.

"How thy seek thee, for thy be damned caitiff."

Pleas fell on deaf ears, they say. Hardened stones, stubborn beliefs. Plea she did, for heavens forgiveness, unknown and not actuality. Unavailing, wander upon endless lands, seeking amnesiac miracles.  ¶ 8:53 PM