She first awoke in green meadows. The skies and the seas were in her likeness with their scintillating colour of blue. Her eyes were blue, but she did not know whether or not they were the result of the skies and the seas. She did not really care to find the cause, but the thought kept on coming back to her. She only thought that her eyes were blue for she had never seen herself before. The musings of the wind told her all about herself, at least what she thought to be herself. She fell asleep whilst laying on the dead grass. Brown and unyielding and bitter.