She had seen so much, done so much, but in the end, felt so little. The question, always the question, there, an answer like a rainbow in the eyes of a dog, invisible to her.
She went to one, and asked him. The answer, he said from his throne, was to "trust in her father". "But he hates me." She replied in confusion, to obtain only silence. He seemed to ignore her.
So then to the other she went, asking the same. He said from his roaring pit to "trust in only herself". "But what I seek is in another", she shouted over the music. To which he simply smiled and laughed at her.
So she had no choice but to seek their master, the only constant, Death. She, who looked like her.
Unafraid she approached. "Is it real? Is this, love? Show me, if you can." she demanded.
Her touch was cold "It will destroy you." She said.
Without regret she pressed on. "I have to know."
And so Death touched her and she was changed, forever more something new and something strange. Seeing herself anew for the first time, she was terrified.
"What have you done to me?"
Death was curt, "Only what you asked."
She wept openly at her newfound confusions, vulnerability, the terror of being open and lain bare, "I didn't ask for this."
Death was just as cold and taciturn "You didn't know what you asked for."
Steeling herself she stood, jaw set, a woman facing her Death. "This is not fair."
The face, her own, yet so old, leaned in close "Life seldom is."

~Condensed from "The Riddle" by Ashley de Rue

Just been in deep thought lately. Way too deep maybe, I dunno. I'll be putting up the comics that explain it a bit better soon,*smiles faintly* pinkie swear, but in the meantime... For those in "the know", Michelle, Mary... Simon... thank you.