“She stood within a cathedral of cosmic dimensions, stuck between planes of both life and death, unable to progress beyond until a void was filled; one that likely never would be, a deadlock of melancholy and joy all the same. Here she could wonder and wander forever; “if he was here, would he stay?” Her imagination provided both the ecstasy of the unknown and emptiness of insignificance. Here she was forever, locked away in her dreams not knowing he was there all along.”