She stands at the edge of the hill, feeling an eerie calm settle over her.
There are no movements visible to the eye, but she can feel the blood in her veins flowing.
She knows that she is alive and standing, in control of her body.
Yet she feels decapitated-headless, without a mind.
There is no clarity, no thoughts.
There is an inner voice, stifled by the silence.
The silence of Life.
A life given by a mother whose face she cannot recollect.
She is far moved from reality, from compassion.
She is cold.
Physically, Mentally, Emotionally.