The room was sparse only dust and remnants of sunlight piercing through the cracks like beams of vortexes from another world. She sat and picked her fingers as she mulled over the next mistake. Always filled with optimism the thirst remained. A dew drop of memory dripped from the sill, glistening iridescently. A gasp for breath as she stood and took tide to the coming of the new. This time.. This time..