At the edge of a magnificent forest stood a woman with long hair, the color of which seemed to be a pale blonde, wearing what seemed to be a tattered white dress that fell to her ankles. Though before she took her first step into this new domain, she glanced back to the fields behind her, giving it a sorrowful look, as though she was leaving a part of herself in it, never to be seen again. Upon entering the forest, the moonlight failed to guide her path any longer, being blocked by the canopy of leaves above. Trees stretched high above her head, some of which seemed to grab at the sky with leafy hands, others, which were either at or around her height, were only babies, as she had learned from all her years of aimless wandering. She looked at her hands and arms, seeing those same markings that had always been there, a rose sat on both her hands, and feet, and thorn covered vines climbed up her limbs to a spot on her back, which seemed to connect to another rose that sat over her left eye.