Her face was covered by many old masks of a thousand plays
Her head fell down
Shenaaya was her name
The laces of her boots were long and exhausted
In some minutes
She felt the ground on her shoulders
Her face saw the dark blue
There was a circle of light that got its tail in mouth
spined
Then got speed and like a comet fell on the ground
Shenaaya  woke up and said to herself
A new play is calling me
She searched around her lap
And found a new mask
She got the mask and put it on her face
Her hair then turned black just like old days
And said
I'll make the tail golden this time