There is a place forever stuck in eternal sunset, a place covered in red flowers that sometimes swayed in the warm breeze, a place somewhere in between life and death.

A young girl stood among the red flowers her appearance that of a dolls. She stood perfectly still, her crimson red eyes gazed over the sea of flowers lost in deep thought. A soft wind blew through the field causing the red flowers to dance. The girl turned and began to walk away from the field toward a small house tucked away next to a babbling brook. How long has it been now? She thought to herself as she walked the same path she had for centuries. The girl began to count the years in her mind, she settled herself on 'To many'.

She kept walking down the small dirt path, her mind drifted idly as it often did when she had nothing to do. The doll like girl stopped walking on a small wooden bridge to look into the calm still water underneath. Her face reflected back to her, crimson red eyes, raven black hair framing a face that held no expression. A fish broke the reflection sending ripples along the mirror like surface. The girl continued walking; her mind wandered again, How many people? She thought as she moved past the bridge and closer to the small house. Once again 'To many' was the only answer she could come up with.

The girl finally reached her destination and moved herself inside. It was a simple room, dark colored wooden floors and a sliding door across the room behind it a silhouette of a elderly women working over a spindle. "Is something troubling you child?" a old voice asked. "No grandmother." Replied the low and calm voice of the girl as she sat down on the floor deciding to entertain herself with some marbles she kept in a small silk black bag. The girl didn't know how much time went by; she almost never did as the sky outside never changed to indicate the time of day.

Time passed and the silence broke as the screen on a ancient computer placed in the back of the room lit up. The girl still couldn't help but think how out of place it seemed despite the amount of time she had possessed it. The elderly voice once again spoke

"Ai, you have a message."

The girl, Ai, wasn't surprised, after all what else would it be? Nether the less she politely thanked her grandmother, getting up and walking to the old computer reading the name that appeared on the screen. Ai began making the perpetrations in her mind, just as she's done for centuries, just as she will do for many more. Ai closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

There is a place forever stuck in eternal sunset, a place covered in red flowers that sometimes swayed in the warm breeze, a place somewhere in between life and death.