In a darkened void of deafening silence and broken promises, a little girl screams at the black for help… yet bites all that approach. No one listens and why should they?
Five years pass and the little girl is now a little adult in a little world that thinks its big. The black creeps in the edge of her vision, but reports and assignments keep her from dwelling.
She no longer screams but silent sobs choke her dreams.
No one understands… few want to. She clutches the chards of hope that is those precious tight in her hand that they cut deep. To feel is wondrous - Refreshing against the numb.
The keyboard becomes an outlet. She wants to save others. To be there for those at the beginning middle and end of the black - because she know the void and it hurts.