There's a candle lit in the corner.
All that's left is cold breath and shaky hands.



The sound of a pen on paper:

"And so it begins"

A tear falls from her face and smudges the words.

"so it begins"

Her heart is beating out of her chest. Another tear, another word.

"it begins"

She takes a deep breath. The world will now know.

"begin."

The book closes.
She wipes her face.
The candle goes out.

Darkness is present, but she's not afraid.

The room is empty, but she's not alone.

With a crooked grin and a heavy heart she stares darkness in the face.

There is a candle in the room,
but she doesn't need it now.