La' Heur - A Moment in Time.

“And when they asked me what my favorite time of the day was, I smiled, remembering the bright moon, glimmering stars, dark, black sky and replied-…” The movement of my hand stopped, my pen stopping right in the middle of the blank, off white paper when a cold shiver ran down my spine, making me shudder involuntarily as I clutched the furry woolen jacket closer to my body. “And you say you love winter.” The old woman looked at me through her dark eyes that glowed in the orange-yellow light of the electric heater set up in my room. “I do. ‘I close my eyes and the cold is a cloud that envelops history. Sorrow is ancient.’” I quoted. “ It’s dark. It’s mysterious. Absolutely beauti-“ “Dead. It’s dead.” She deadpanned, giving me an unimpressed look when I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore like I had been for the past half an hour. * * * What happens when a girl tries to venture into places she isn't supposed to? When she looks for knowledge that wasn't meant for her? When she tinkers with time like a child with a toy?