A little girl who looks about eight years old is sitting silently, alone in front of a very old, decaying tombstone. Tears form in her raven black eyes, but she quickly blinks them back. A cresent moon illuminates her pale, expressionless face. Her long, flowing jet black hair lands just above her waist. Her small, midnight black angel wings ever so slightly flutter back and forth, creating a small breeze, which moves her pink partially torn up, partially burned dress around.