Hers is a restless path. Beneath a soft, quiet gaze and folded hands, she dreams, her eyes set upon a distant shore of vaulting cliffs and wild winds.

Even at this distance, she feels its tide tug at her limbs, each wave unwilling to relinquish even a grain of sand.

As she listens, straining to hear even the faintest of songs, her breath rises and falls, trembling with a voice she is yet to call her own.