The music danced over the surface of her snow coloured skin. Her eyes, as of a wolf who stares into the horizon with curiosity upon a prey faraway from the devouring canines. Such thought that humbles a wolf and makes it look innocent. Those eyes blinking over lips, pink as smudges of twilight that embrace the falling sun, force you to believe in one longing sight that falls on such beauty. A sight that makes you trade your very existence for it.