The light came to a place where it started to reflect upon its darker self. This was where Faleiry stood. She took the light out of the air then settled her own night around her.

Her olive skin sat dead as she took breath from the earth. It was twinged with a different light from the one she gave. Her dreggy black hair cascaded down from the rock-hard mask she wore. If a chisel could be found maybe the surface could be chipped away to find if she really did live. Her eyes were fairly alive under the black cloud she had over the curious green surface. There could be no way to bring her back for she was trapped in her future, unknowing her past, with no one to save her.

She had a starved soul that never saw what she was, nor what she did to make people turn around at the sight of her. Where the water came it stopped before her not willing to touch her venom. She made the pebbles and rocks scowl, not being able to soak up her hate, but suffocating underneath it. She had no knowledge of the copper beetles that died looking at her terrible beauty.

Her common-cut voice stripped the air of its pleasantness. Her own cloud grew taking in every well-being and left it frozen senseless. Faleiry was leaving, slowly dying from the inside out. She should have been dead by now from her own deathly poison seeping into her mind. Staring at this pestilent image one would never be able to realize who she really was.