The sun had set about an hour ago, and the heat had yet to leave the sand beneath her feet. As the waves rolled in, it presented a cold/warm contrast to her bare skin as she crossed the deserted beach, her chin lifted, her dark green eyes gazing up at the twilight sky just beginning to become star-flecked. She wasn't sure why she'd come down to the beach; maybe it had been the need to be alone. Maybe it had been the urge to feel as if she were the only person alive, because that's what she felt like as she walked. Her white gown flowed about her bare ankles, the hem not quite touching the water, as she passed on her way. Her thoughts drifted across the water, touching objects she'd never touch with her own pale, slender fingers; caressing animals she'd never pat under her smooth palms.
The world continued on its way, as silent as her passing, as quiet as her gliding.