A small, slight figure lay on the ground, twining the long grass around her pale fingers, gazing into the deep purple sky. A cold wind blew over her, making the long summer grass which surrounded her body ripple sideways, almost covering her completely. Hidden, as she had always been, thought she herself didn't know it. How can one know one is hidden when one doesn't know there is anything to hide from?
There were several reasons that the girl was lying in the grass. Foremost was because she loved watching the stars and losing herself in their infinite expanse, and so it was that on many nights she wandered outside and rested, gradually drifting into dreams. Second was that in late August it was just warm enough to sleep outside, and the soft grass of this hill, which she had found a month or so ago, was much more comfortable than the straw-covered slab of rock in the place she lived- a hollowed out hill. And the third reason, a reason unique to this night, was that the girl had decided she needed a name.