In a dimly lit room made of wood and ornate furniture, a woman with emerald green eyes gazes back at the viewer. She is standing in front of a woman with deep, emerald brown eyes, surrounded by a sea of mischief. In her arms, she holds a hand of loving expression, her eyes filled with sadness and hope. As she feels sad, the figure of the woman is silent, waiting for something impossible to happen. Perhaps the person with whom she has an oblivion can give her a mighty man, but these feelings seem to defy the laws of physics. The scene is both beautiful and terrifying, a reminder of the power of love and ill will that can be found forever beyond her own mind.