She shivers silently in the cold of the night. Her long dark purple tinted hair is wet from the snow, and so are her clothes. As she sighs, she sees her breath as she breathes out. She slips her hands into her sleeves to keep from being so cold. How did things get this way?
Sighing sadly, she sits outside upon the snow beneath a naked tree, staring at the exit gates of the little town. How she wished she could leave, but this was her place to be, this was her home. She had never been beyond the town gates.
She didnít know a single thing about the world outside her town. She was an orphan; her place was in an orphanage, nothing more.
She had snuck out of the orphanage that night as the lady of the house had yelled at her that night for speaking when not being told. She hated that place, she hated that lady. She hated it all.
From a far she could hear the sound of laughter, laughter of a devilish nature coming from the bar towards her left. What would be so amusing at this time of the night? As she jerked her head to her left towards the sound, a large smashing noise soon began.
The lights of the bar flickered continuously, and the young girl watched in horror from beneath the leafless tree as the silhouettes disappeared from her view, one by one.
Then, another vision, this time she was no longer a young girl, but a beautiful young lady. She sees this vision as if through another persons eyes, as she can view herself completely; a woman sitting up in the same naked tree, her hair long and dark, her body adorned with a shiny bronze-chocolate coloured gown, and long, thin red ribbons in her hands.
The perspective changes, now as she looks down upon her hands, she can see herself, her own hands holding the red ribbons. They were not swirled up in her hand like she had seen before, nor did they fall to the ground as she held them. When she tugged them slightly she realized the ribbons were actually connected to something. But what exactly?
As she tilted her head upwards to look around, she realized she was no longer in the small tainted little town, but a city.
She studied the environment around her; the cars, the busy streets, the people. As she watched attentively, she noticed something was wrong.
Although the people went about their duties normally; walking the streets, driving their cars, playing in the parks, she noticed suddenly that each one had a red ribbon wrapped around their head, blindfolding their eyes.
Shocked, the young lady looked down upon her hands again. Red ribbons, just as she had seen before. Even her gown was now decorated and adorned in red ribbons.
Everyone was blindfolded in this world by these red ribbons, everyone but her, and she held them all.