People said she's been buried near the wingy tree.

Her eyes were made of plaster, so that she couldn't see.

I found her alive, but cold.

She had bruises everywhere, but I knew she'd bring hope.

I was wonderstruck by such beauty.

She said "I go by my name" and I said "Daisy".

"I live by the forest, such anechoic space.

I'm looking for Steven, once the bravest soldier".

She looked so polite for someone so desperate.

"Will you be sure to find him ?"

"Well, I will not, 'cause I am"

"Desperate ?"

"Yes".

Then she went to find it, leaving behind her magnificent light

And puzzling decisions were made.

People got stuck on this platonic ground.