So quiet. So, so quiet. Was she the only one? Only one... what? Alive? Was she even that? She didn't know. She wasn't truly even here, she could tell. Merely observing, what - she did not know.
Something moved in the shadows. Suddenly a doe burst forth, dashing down the well worn path. Fleeing perhaps, toward the light. She turned her head back towards the shadows. No pursuant. A laugh from the doe, who now had entered the light. Shock rattled the observer to the core. It was HER. The doe was her, or what she thought would BE her. She was running again, flitting between the trees. She was chasing the mist. Playing with the elements as if they were her best, and only, friend. Perhaps they were. "Chasing the Mists," the observer mused. Was that her name? It felt right. With that the scene and her consciousness faded.