The woman with no name made it to her destination through the brutal city she barely recollected. Memory flashes tortured her mind. Fleeting things like faces, names and feelings flooded her mind, but no real substantial memories.

“Why can’t I remember?” she screamed out in her mind.

Still, she went on… to that place. A setting that haunted her dreams night after night. A feeling of reaching out for something. It was so close but so far away.

Her eyes fixated on the gray stone where so many people gathered the day before. Now, it lay barren. She saw the writing on the marker: MARIANNA FAIGON: OUR DARK ANGEL OF LIGHT. What did it mean?

“Who are you?” she asked. A question she felt she knew, but she could not reach the answer. “Somehow, I know you. Somehow, I feel you’re not really there underneath that dirt. It’s just a body after all. The suite we are given in this masquerade of life. Call out to me, Marianna. Tell me.”

Hearing footsteps, the stranger ran towards a tree in the hopes of finding a place to hide. A girl approached. She was frightened of being discovered. Somewhere in her subconscious, she did not wish to know her true self, even from those who may have the answers.

“I miss you, Fanta,” the girl said. “I wish I could see you one last time, so I could tell you…”

She stayed hidden, but emotions overwhelmed her as the girl continued. “Why did you have to die? Please, tell me. So may people loved you, Fanta. Reese, Dawn, old man Drell. He doesn’t show it, but this is tearing him apart. And Dusk, he still think you’re alive, some feeling he says. I wish he was right. Oh, how I wish it were true.” The girl dried her eyes with her hands and looked up to the sky. “Goodbye, Fanta, sleep well.”

As the girl attempted to leave the sight and hike back down the hill, the nameless stranger came out of hiding, sure the girl didn’t see her.

The girl turned to see her walking into the shadowed forest. “Fanta,” she whispered. She kept walking away not wanting to face the girl. “Wait! It’s Millie. Don’t go.”

Millie’s went ghost white as the woman ran deeper into the woods. She thought herself being haunted by her dead aunt. She knelt to the ground, crying, hiding her face, losing sight of someone she truly loved.