Tourmaline dreams scattered with false hope of painted dreamy skies seem to get blocked by the Oceanside.
The catch is, there is no catch, but instead a cry. A whimper into the darkness created over her eyes plunging out all hope of vanilla blue skies.
Remain calm, remain focused, this will not last, it is only a showcase.
A tiny twinge of hope remains as she unshackles her hands free of the darkness. It is until then she remains blinded with only hope to hang on to.