Deep within her consciousness, Sonya felt the breeze dance across her fingertips. It was then that she realized her immobilized condition, although the circumstances were yet unclear to her. Soon after, she heard the sound of sobbing. It did not matter whose tears they were, for sorrow had no place in the compassionate Sonya's paradise. It was that welling desire to console the grieving which coaxed blood though her veins once more.
Artwork by Svetlana Tigai.