"I dream of the day when I would dance in a field of flowers, not to vanquish demons but just to the beat of liberation."
She replied as she cast a sad gaze at the brilliant sun that was bathing the planet in a magnificent radiance.
I observe her face and the terrible expression of remorse she is wearing as I stare up at her.
She looks at me for a little moment before her smile broadens and she loses the hurt expression.
She takes hold of my hands and murmurs:
"Would you be the one to play the melody for me when that day arrives?"