She arrives resting beside the brook, sun shining across her face. With an ease that the world craves to grasp, but never seems to capture. For it keeps spinning and swirling around, chaos leaking from its pores. Blind, others wander the earth searching, no… yearning, and starving for the peace that this phantom has already achieved. Yet she sits alone, eyes closed to the world and its troubles. A brief smile stretches across her face as a gust of wind encircles her. A shadow from a cloud passes overhead and she is gone just as quickly as she arrived. Only leaving behind a small flower.