A heavy cloud of despair follows you everywhere. Glass shatters as you beg. Why is it there? A young woman named Kiara has a cloud of her own: following, stalking, preying on a glimpse of happiness; just one chance to smile after being dead inside for so many years. Will she be able to be happy? What are the consequences? Mirror manifestation Laying my head against the shattered glass, I pick up the pieces, and scatter them as if I was making a snow angel. A massive river pours down my face. Opening my eyes, my soul appears in front of me as the sky sucks me into nothingness. My heart breaks as the sun appears over the horizon. Lifting myself off the ground, I walk over to the edge of the mountain as I grip a piece of glass. Yanking the glass piece, I place it against my throat as blood drips down my hand. Staring at the void, I take one step off: the wind brushes against my skin towards the direction of darkness.