Because no race should ever always be known as a stereotype.

In the darkness, where we can see nothing, without memory and only longing- just how real are we?

When no one else will stand and save the suffering, would you?

We as human beings are all complicated beings; sometimes so complicated it becomes hard to describe the harder aspects of ourselves with words. This is the story of a girl, desperately in love with someone she feels she doesn't deserve, told in a new way. It delves into the deepest part of ourselves, the parts we refuse to acknowledge because they are hard to accept.

Destruction always seems so senseless, without order and without cause, but what if that is just our perception and it is the exact opposite?