The stars look brighter than they had been in a while. I don't suppose you want to step out and see them with me?

She:
She had no name, no face, no form, and yet, when darkness took place, she has found herself again. She was long forgotten by us, ever since the first flame, ever since our fake stars staved her off our refuges.

Her circumstances:
Long ago, she fell asleep. Or perhaps, she was never awake to begin with. Perhaps she is nature, finding a way to retaliate against us, or perhaps she is the cold, lonely kiss of a fear we long abandoned.

Her form:
Her pale skin, pristine white like the moon above, is a beautiful contrast with the darkness that seems to follow and enshroud her every step. Her eyes, glowing like stars on the ground.