Her ears were pierced by the echoing crunch of dried leaves beneath her feet. The sky was illuminated by a hint of purple, indicating the nearing sun's rise. She kept her head down, her lengthy, silky hair blowing like a flag with the aid of the cool wind. As she passed hundreds, if not thousands, of gravestones, her fists remained clenched within the warmth and comfort of her coat. Above ground, she was the only human, but beneath were thousands of others.
Her knees met the damp grass, her 5'9 figure crouching before a particular gravestone. She did not need to look at the name to know whose it belonged to. She had come here over a thousand times. Her legs were capable of leading her to this exact same spot even with her eyes closed.
