Virgin canvas stretched and torn; a lonely scout upon the shore. Arms outstretched to catch the waves but much too deep to fill the graves. She wanders, aimless, through the wild and comes across a forsaken child. The extraneous journey swiftly ends as darkness falls and Hell descends. Footsteps fading from the sand as the wolves retake the land. The child she clutches to her chest as once again we fail the test.