Boredom + Staring at a picture of Kanna This.
Moonlight reflected on the mirror's polished surface. Pale, sandaled feet made not a sound as they moved across the path.
Hair white as freshly fallen snow flowed down her back in waves. Twin white flowers adorned her hair, the same white as her hair.
Her kimono, as white as the moon on a winter evening, makes no noise as she moves soundlessly through the night.
She clutches her mirror to her small body, as if it were the only thing in the world she felt attachment to.
Her eyes, like polished river-stones, were the only darkness about her. They were filled with a blackness deeper than the darkest of night, the darkest of shadows as they looked out with a sense of sorrow on the world.