Isabelle opened her eyes. It felt as if she had slept for an eternity. All around her it was darker than night. No light as far as the eye could see.
"Where am I? What just happened?", she thought. A figure appeared in front of her. A woman with dark, almost gray, skin, wearing a purple dress and a large hat. Around her right eye there was a white mark in the form of a star. Her dark hair was dirty and tangled and her eyes were brimming with fear and loneliness.
"Who are you?", Isabelle asked the dark woman and she saw how the woman imitated her line, but she couldn't hear anything. The figure raised her right hand, as if to greet her and Isabelle felt how her left hand involuntarily did the same. Isabelle looked down at her other hand and discovered that it was the same as the figure's; worn, gray and with purple nails which most of all looked like claws. She felt a sting in her heart when she realized that the figure was but a reflection of herself. But how? Wher