A gentle breeze flew through the field caressing each blade of grass it passed. It found patches of red and yellow in the form of flowers. A small incline here and a dip there. It swept past a woman. A girl? It could not tell. Perhaps she did not even know herself. Her short chiton drew tight around her thighs and it pulled her hair out of her eyes. This person looked so out of place. Her hair, dark as midnight, and her matching eyes contrasted so starkly with the vivid colors around. She was used to this difference and it showed. There was no awkwardness in her stance. The ease with which she bent down and drew a flower from the dirt was astounding to observe. This flower however was different in the way she was. A shock of maroon. A perfect Calla Lily unfolded in her hand. But as soon as it appeared it was dust again crushed beneath her slender fingers and dropped to the earth.
Then suddenly. A voice whispered on the wind filling the air, yet left a deep void and the ground trembled.
"Come to me my soul. I have waited for eternities."