There prevails a melody that whispers within the frigid breeze of a town that disappeared long ago. Since almost all the people there didn't have much of a story to begin with, I'm going to describe the story that led to the end of the people in that town. Present in the absence of light, there was a beautiful woman. Although she never left the darkness of her house, people claimed that she was the most beautiful woman in town. Her pink colored lips would always curve to form a pretty smile, while her chocolate eyes stared at the birds that sang in the forest near her house.