"This, too, shall pass."

There is something immediately striking about this youthful woman, whenever she openly steps into the light - what little she shows of her skin is so pale as to be almost transluscent and the ephemeral grace with which she moves almost makes her seem an apparition. Indeed, she almost seems to glide across the earth like a whisper on the wind.

With her features oft-concealed, the window to the soul of this creature are her eyes. Blue pools of infinite depth that reflect the world somberly, making it seem all-the bleaker for it. There is an almost mystical, chilling quality to her stare, unreadable and timeless as it was - like eternity staring back in silent judgement.

Oftentimes - just as quickly as those eyes are seen, so to are they lost, as the figure inscrutably turns its attentions elsewhere.