Dark sky, faint visible moon, and no stars, that is all I see above me. And then I realize, it's the dark moon night, the night when everything falls apart in silence,  the night  with no sound and a night so mysterious. 

I take my gaze away from the darkness and look around. There's an old tree just a few feet ahead of me. It looks like it was once strong, but now its roots are showing cracks and the branches are broken. I walk towards it slowly, wondering what could have happened to the tree. All of a sudden it comes back to me. The incident that took place here ten years ago.

She was sweet, fresh but a whirl of air. She waits for none, and imagination high, she was my friend, the one my story is about.

Maybe today I can just feel her. The day 10 years ago, the story she told the mystery she held. I couldn't unfold ever after she's with me no more.

She was the spirit to push Ritzy to fly. The story from now she will tell, just see how fast and active her imaginations could take her.