A distressed young woman in a stained white Grecian-style dress stands on a beach, looking at a white dove flying overhead, with an ancient city and an angry crowd in the background.

A young woman, fresh from youth stands along the shoreline of a calm sea, sandy beach. She has brown hair, dark eyes and soft, creamy complexioned face. She wears a white, flowing dress, it’s quite sheer, it’s light material, almost Grecian. She has a pretty face, but naturally pretty, not modern. She looks out across the sea, to distant, almost biblical buildings, all covering lusciously foliaged island. Behind her in the background are a crowd of people. Their robes are dark shades of maroon, scarlet, cornflower blue, midnight blue, charcoal and silver. All of the people in the crowd look angry, they appear to be arguing with each other or mocking her. From her hair there dribbles traces of powder blue, like spilled, congealed paint. There’s traces of silver dust, almost like glitter but not quite, shimmering around the corners of her mouth. The front of her pure, sheer white dress is spoiled thanks to the magenta and maroon Staines, again, very much like congealed paint and crushed powder, fresh from a mortar. The young woman ignores those behind her, and with desperate eyes, she looks longingly at the island, at the approaching bird that flies low to come and collect her.. it is a beautiful bird, the size of a swan but the body and head of a dove. It’s coming to save her See more