As she started packing her things from the rented room, there was a piece of silk which reminded her of something distant. She stopped and went to touch it. When she did, her fingers started to bleed and her vision blurred. It was the last thing she wore when she saw the hunter.

Letting go of the fabric, which had his blood and part of something much larger, to step back and fell to the ground on part of the silks she had piled on the floor. The ceiling was covered in a blanket of made stars, ones that looked real, but were faint reminders of a greater place than she could ever imagine.

"Not know of me why all is this way." What had she done to the fates to make it so twisted and hateful. Was it even real" There was a tree that grew on her flesh, but it they called it black magic.

"In your little garden grows lies Naevein. You must realize the stars are not yours. You will not find what you thought was there, we've made sure of that." The words from the elder monk burning across the delicate memories of her mind.

"Not believe." She said to herself, not knowing what to believe. The tree growing in her garden seemed real, was it real" She thought it was real. "OLEG?" She called the name for many days, but never an answer. "Not know of me why call of me of you."