She cried. Not a bold, outward weeping, but a silent, whimpering into her pillow. She was hurt. She was hurt by the world. By her belief system being compromised. By the alienation by her own family. It's not her fault. The days have not been kind lately. Time has a way of changing things. Of distorting the truth. Of eroding the very foundations of what truly is... Where does she turn now? The light has many shades. Which shade you choose, doesn't really matter in the end, as long as you believe in the light...