Everything was so calm. Caliope was sitting on the porch of a lovely cabin, rustic wood furniture with cozy rosemary and thyme adornments. She was wearing a white long dress, with sheer white roses embedded in the fabric. Her hair was longer, her face much more pale. She stood up, walked a few steps to the front yard, and smiled. A proud and pleased smile as she gazed down to her bare feet. A black mass replaced what was once green grass. Black dark hands struggled to reach up for ...