She doesn't want to hear those voices once again. They were convincing, blunt and agonizing. The way it whispered to her splintered soul, it was harrowing.

She wanted to speak to the silver Moon, high and far as it wander to the sky with blistering stars that became its companions.

"O, dearest and beloved orb of night, how far am I going to sail this wrecked vessel across the sea of mayhem?"

To her dismay, the silver Moon did not respond to her unfulfilled questions.

It was always like that.

She left the forsaken room as the silence followed her trails.