Dakota peered into the skies hoping to see something that will remind her of who or what she is, only met with the weeping tears from the clouds above. Her clothes soaked and body drenched in cold tears, yet she couldn't care less about it all and only yearned for a sigh or a hint about her existence.

"What is my purpose? Do I even have a purpose? What am I?"

Vivid dreams of her past haunt her, dreams filled with pain and thunder. The feel of her body enveloped in a grey flame that burns not her flesh but her own soul, begging to a being she knows exists and has seen yet any more of this being flutters away from her mind.

Dakota belongs to me

Artwork amazing done by  goatesque