Tearing off the layers of yesteryears, she drops her clothing into a crumpled pile, the fabric barely discernible from the mildewed leaves.
She steps out from the dark shelter of the trees and into a moonlit patch. Looking around herself at this unfamiliar and new environment, she throws back her head and lets out a howl. It’s a challenge to the unknown world around her, a call to those who might understand, a wail for those left behind and at last, a siren to bring her back home to herself.
She is unfettered. She is wild. She is free.