Seemingly the girl next door, blonde hair locks in the shade of straw, spread as leaves of the weeping willow in the wind. The eyes as light blue as the sky. As slim as the bough of the tree. After all something is stuck in it, some unspecified and unfathomable, the powers of darkness, such an evil put to sleep. The routine of her everyday day is beginning after the dusk, when the moon is encroaching to the dark sky, lightened with the glitter of the stars. He is ending in the morning together with the sunrise. Exciting nights, after which nothing remembers are her great passion, but I am feeling satisfied, her gate like the cave of the dragon, Uncontrollable and already for everyone known well.