She was the sky. 

Flying so high.

The emptines inside was just a moment and then it was gone. 

Far-away traveller. 

With an imagination that might
burst away her dear bubbles -
those that she had held so dear so tight. 

She was the sun,
always so bright. 

Everything changed after blackest of the nights.

Up in the sky. 

Flying so high. 

Can you hear her whispers?

Screams inside.