the first thing she notices are her eyes, a glassy hollow blue, tinged with sadness and poignancy.......... her hair, a head of flaming red, is divided in two, tied together by sparsely separated bands, which form two thick locks that rest upon her chest....... her locks look as if they've been chopped off at her chest, at once thick, next gone............... the top of her head is covered by a large hat that she wears askew, and that too, is a fiery red............... her porcelian skin seems almost translucent, reflecting the red burn of her dress, and brings out her sharp blue eyes....... the red dress she wears matches her hair, and is in an ornate vistorian style, with lacings and corset........ but it's short and flares out, seemingly like a circus girl's short skirt, conplete with tassles, meant to tease and tempt.............. in her deep rich blue gloved hands, a bird of prey, a feather being plucked in her gentle caress..... next to her a male figure stands, facing away from us, in a suit and green tie......... his head? a moose's...... a figure of stance and importance, holding out on his own.........
the roads are empty and cold, in a place that seems to her like paris..... the lights are ornate oldern gas lamps........ the pillars with grand gargoyles atop........ ominous, yet disturbingly quiet................ it seems as if we're travelling at a fast pace along the streets, floating along......... or are they just apparitions?
in a corner, a white silhouette stands, motionless....... watching............ waiting........... fading......................

yet her hollow eyes seem to gaze right through you into nothingness........... or is it into your soul?

or is it fraught with meaning? too intense and pained for us to grasp?