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