She stared out. Out the window. She stared out at the remnant of a once stoic forest, its entire sick and life-deprived being moving with the soft push and pull of the tainted breeze. The sun’s rays seemed to make the top of it glisten despite its lonely being. But she did not see the forest. She did not see the small people carrying guns and knives milling back and forth on the ground like drones. She couldn’t truly see anything. Yet she stood so still, her back hunched slightly, eyes wide and unmoving, staring out into empty space. With each hitched inhale and exhale, her shoulders lifted gently. No emotion played on her face. She had an oddly young, fresh face of youth, untainted by anxiety or violence made toward her. She was fair and sought after. Buttery, lively light of the outside world danced on her irises like a caress and created little gleams that reflected back at the sky. It pulled out the flecks of color and starburst that normally were shrouded moodily by a dimly lit room, an overcast, or internal darkness. This made her look gentle and fairy-like. Her large, golden and mossy orbs were lovely. Though, they were that of an ancient being who fully comprehended the blunt, unforgiving pits of existence, even if the last, very desperate thing she wanted to do was just that. And this vast understanding had been forced upon her. When it entered her mind and spirit, it was at the speed of light and unable to be fought. It was as though, with it’s seething, slipping skeletal hand, it cut her open nearly to her core and pushed it’s way inside forever with a type of angelic malevolence. No sympathy for the thin minded, the parasitic, or the cruel. The dull and denying layers of her thoughts had been dug into and peeled away rather painfully with the ever feeling claws of Godly justice and truth, bringing her to  her knees in heaves. For several moments after her initial sense of shock, attempts were made to remove this information from herself. She felt a ricocheting and menacing fear akin to that of a wild animal when she failed to pull back and stitch together those comforting and secure feelings that had carelessly left her to be alone.
    This space. This infinite, eternal space. This space of fading, grating, destroying, forgetting time. Which she…and all….would eventually feel as though they’ve never have been in. But that was the question. Does time truly forget? Does all that come to be only end in a crushed to sand wisp of anything, that’s gone in this space of time, to birth more that will ultimately and forcibly meet the same demise?
    The fervor of this void inquiry was far too looming to be pushed at bay, and that made picking at it with a needle point to find an answer and merely holding the presence in her mind more excruciating than the idea itself already was.