The harsh sun bitterly glares upon a dry, desolate landscape, long isolated from the touch of life. A young woman rests in the sand, basking in the light above. Time passes silently. Slowly, she raises a hand towards the gaze, blocking the rays from some of her drying, weary eyes. A slight burn soaks into her delicate, pale skin. She rotates her hand, studying her nascent revelation. A torn ribbon gently drifts in the wind, breezing into her fingers, netting around the tips.