A velvet darkness swirls in her head, dancing in the winds of time like the shadows of a tree branch on a windy night. It's a purring, balmy darkness, not a painful one. Not what she expected. She expected to feel something more. Something aching, something heavy. But truly, all she feels is safe. Like she's been blessed by some ancient and forgotten deity with the knowledge that there is nothing more to fear.
She's never felt anything quite like it before. There had always been something terrifying on the horizon, some monster in the closet that would come out of the shadows and snatch her up as she slept. But she would always thrust the tormenting feelings deep inside her, leaving them to bubble in the deep abyss of her soul for fear they would come up to the surface and paralyze her. No one could know she carried the wild, horrible night with her as she stepped. As long as it was hidden deep enough, no one could see that the girl who seemed to walk weightlessly on top of even the heaviest storm clouds was in truth a tortured, petrified soul.
Mystery and shade and a blinding fear had lied in her and never seemed to leave. But now, all of that was gone. She was free, flying with golden wings above a crystal sea. The darkness that she once thought would burn her to nothing sung her lullabies as she slept endlessly in time's silken cocoon. It sang with a honey voice, saying to her that there was nothing more to see and nothing to fear.
Skye had never imagined that death could feel so beautiful.