The darkness was a space where dreams floated aimlessly. ~ She walked the bridge, a candle her only light. The menacing smile attacked her calm despair. It wasn't real... this underworld mystery. Yet in it she saw the statue of herself. ~ Lost inside she turned to stone, her hand upon the empty tomb. Watered down thoughts--> her candle started to flicker. This redhead had some dread and she longed for what she did not know. ~ When the candle stopped shuddering, her world was plunged in darkness. Her breath held, her hand outstretched, she saw the space in front of her. Incomparable depths to the places created, the feelings translated, to infinite dread. ~ Yet in her home she dared not roam for some things should just be left alone.