There is a room, that's always changing. In the room, is a door, that does not change. Outside the door is a thousand other doors, to a thousand other rooms. Those rooms are empty, but not this room. She's here, and probably always be, because there is no end to her excistance, or this always changing room. and as long as there is a room for her to excist in, she will exsist.

Written for the writing competition in Harmonists Inc.
Cover art by LegionPonyx