The blue light reflects on the surface of a room encased inside a glass hexagon prism. There are no concrete walls, only glass that lets the woman look outwards at the blue view. The light projects the ripples of the water that surrounds the hexagon prism on her figure.
Her green eyes fill in melancholy and loneliness as she looks at the moving currents outside her prison. She has been trapped here for so long that she has already lost track of time. She feels like her soul has fallen into an eternal sleep inside her, preventing her from feeling any emotions.
At a distance, a whale swims slowly on the water.
'The guardian of records,' the woman thinks as she looks at the only existence that accompanied her for thousands of years while she is trapped in this isolated place.
