The Writer

Prologue Of The Girl Who Had No Name, Yet Always Remained The Same: Hex Mari

Calmly she then brought her head back down, and had begun to hum very lightly. Even while she might've been watching from the darkness that held the unseen male whom had decided to remain watching her, she did not hesitate to show her graceful strides in the form of dancing. Dancing? Dancing. Alone. Having a possible audience made no difference to her on how she should perform what she’d decided to. Dancing, seemingly alone, to the sound of the loneliness she felt for eons.. many of them in fact that seemed to pass her by. Peculiarly, and particularly, on her bare toes, akin to the formal grace of a ballerina.