The Disheveled Princess.

She was a princess, with sandy skin and ruby hair.

She had a calm gaze and a discreet smile (the kind that anyone could fall in love with, but no one could love).

Her immense brown eyes revealed sadness (the kind that breaks your heart just by looking at her).

Some nights, accompanied by Lord Huron, she would sit in front of the mirror and daydream.

She would daydream about love, the love she never had but always longed for.

And although she kept it silent, behind her smile, her loneliness was unjustifiable.

In her musings, she found herself facing the sea, waiting for the one she always wanted to love.

But she didn't understand, she didn't fit into the space or time she found herself in.

She only stayed up on very cold nights, contemplating herself in front of the mirror.

Or in front of the window, looking at the sea with rage, with madness, with sadness,

as if that immense space had kidnapped her in time...

As if, in its greatness, it had trapped what she longed for so much:

the one she loved.

And her story of madness repeated itself night after night,

year after year, until her ruby-colored hair turned pearl.

Until time understood the reason for her sadness...

Unable to do anything else, because the disheveled princess

no longer had the breath to wait.

And sitting in front of the window, with her pearl hair,

she let herself be carried away by her longing and by the sea.