Yvanka

I walked across the station and approached her. I looked into her eyes and saw the strength that was buried within her, deep beneath years of toil and strain; there it was--shining out--able to be contained no longer, though the world should crumble if it could see who she had become. "What is your story?" I asked her. The light shined brighter and brighter until I was fully enveloped in the brilliance of her soul. This is the story of Yvanka.