A wrong child, left penniless. A small victory ray stolen. They walk forward, only to step back insulted. Nameless child wandering, tears of acid bearing. Holding hand out for the silk curtain. A small oasis, an illusion? Any effort seen with raised brows. A gentle act counted as murder, and every punishment suffered. A soul so transparent, yet seen as black water. They run, far into the darkness. Hide and seek is losing its fun. The aim of the game lost, as the girl searching. Small desires of warmth, counted as demands of fire. Only to turn her to ashes