The girl stumbles with each step as she walks through the cemetery, her legs heavy from fatigue. The veins push out against her skin, making a purple-blue web from her sunken face to frozen toes. She is emaciated to the extreme of repulsion, a mere shade of a person – a ghost amongst the peaceful dead in their graves. She is delirious, senseless in her search through the carved headstones where no one can offer help. More than hungry, she is starving, a lost child a day from death. Though she stands above ground, she feels as one down below in the bowels of the earth. When she can battle on no further, she turns her head sky-ward in desperate prayer and is stolen by the blackness. She does not feel the embrace of the grass and moss as it forms her a bed for her weary soul. Under the shade of the night sky with skeletons all around, Alyce Sinner sleeps dreamlessly.