Two eyes were looking at the sky. They both belonged to the person who looked through those blue pieces of crystal. The shining started, lighted them up and made them more beautiful than ever.
It was a cold night. The moon was drawling behind the clouds, stood bright and clear between the thousand twinkling stars. The leaves of the trees whispered wise words that no human had ever heard.
The girl, who was standing under the trees, had brown hair that fell over her shoulders. Her clothes were wet because of the rain, but she didnt care. Why would she? There was no one who cared about her and she wasnt cold or anything. And the wind was warm enough to make her knees stop shaking.
What her story is, is still unknown. Only she could tell the world about her history, but now it is to late. The wind took her away and the grey stone she stood on said enough. But the numbers on it said even more. With only that, it could be about someone else. Maybe the stone belonged to