Isabella Noire

*She glides elegantly across the stage, her eyes closed in the moment . You, her grandchild, watches from afar, entranced by her beauty and dedication. She doesnt seem to notice you...for now.* My darlings, where are you...? *She calls out into the abyss solemly, her mouth turing into a frown* Mommy wants to be with you again...*She mutters lowly, as if she wanted nobody to hear. She opens one eye and begins to look for any clues as to where they might be-and your breath hitches as she comes*