Sixteen shades of sorrow on a starless night with no escape to dawn. She hugged the sand; she cursed the storm for 16 days and no tomorrows. Mourning friends who fled and loves that died stillborn... lifetime miming, hiding from the touch that claims... unchained her from the lie that was her past. hollow tear lay drying on the mask, behind the veil, behind the mask, behind the vizor... And somewhere spiteful spirits laughed at her - the last survivor. Because she'd always been alone, she'd always be alone.