When had this little child gain enough strength to confront everyone? Since her hair turned night-sky-blue? Or earlier, when the depths of the ocean gave her sunset roads from her knees and down. Cinnabar's head is drowning in thoughts. Thoughts of once cute and always cheerful gem. A gem, now outgloomed by Bort only. A gem, that took red's heart only to never give it back. A girl of mercury looks up to the night sky. A giant silver circle stands high over horizon, casting its cold light, scattering it all over dying ground. It's autumn now. The most colorless autumn Cinnabar ever remembered. Everything in her eyes was in a shade of gray. 'It's only a perception' – she tried to assure herself – 'nothing's changed'. Obvious lie. The worst lie she could pour on herself. A wind blew yet more uneasy feeling upon her. She reaches her slender fingers to that Moon she grew to hate in recent century. Nails catch only leafs flying by. Upon closer look it becomes certain. They are grey. Everything around her is grey. 'Liar' – silently she mutters with her gaze fixed on the sky. She wants to scream, her throat doesn't. She wants to fly, her body can't. She wants to empty her head, her mind won't allow. 'Why won't you come and take me, without asking? I'll throw a thousand excuses into your ears' – her lips barely move. There's no one to hear her. There's no one to fulfill her wish. Sand rubs her bare feet leaving painful scratches. She doesn't care. Tiny sparkles fly away from her feet and cold ocean washes them away. Her legs dissipate to nothing in this cold salty water, waves licking her waist. 'I want...' – the only audible sound that comes from her mouth before the last lock of the scarlet hair becomes one with this night only to never part with it again.
A so rare sunspot at night cracks open over the cliff. 'Cinna...' – words almost pronounced. They stuck right before becoming sound. A girl hiding behind dark blue hair – a legacy of Lapis – stares blankly at the water. A moonpath down in the waves is exceptionally beautiful today. A red glow added to its usual silver.