A young, tiny, girl is standing on a high hill. You see her
whispering, but you can not make out the words. The clock just struck midnight.
As you watch her carefully, she seems to be saying, “Gone forever…”
The wind and rain start combining to create a storm. An ominous song starts to play.
As the girl’s long, wavy hair blows freely in the wind, she closes her eyes.
You can’t hear her through the window, but you think she’s saying, “Spirit
The icy wind turns black, and surrounds the girl. She vanishes.
“Evil…” whispers the wind. “Stolen…”