She rose from her cold hearted depravity. Looking out the window she gazed out on the open fields and the purple mountains. Her heart beat faster, her hands were cold. They opened the window, shaking. She focused on the beautiful landscape. It deformed as she watched. Like a dancing picture of pink and green, it danced only for her. She was enchanted. Suddenly she was flying. For a moment she felt free. Free as the bird. Free from the decay that devoured her mind. She smiled for a brief second. Then it was over. The landscape's dance was over, and so was hers.