THE NOW TWO

first lies a crying old womnan in the rain, she seems to have some kind of necklace on and is clutching it, she seems too absorbed in her own misery to notice you, although you get the feeling she might not be upset over anything all that consequential you still have a lingering sense of curiosity over where this might lead

second lies the wanderer she looms above the path, her eyes unseen, only her mouth to convey the unending sorrow in her soul, she seems to yearn for anyone to listen to her long tale, you can guess why the other two were not suitable listeners especially since you sent one of them hurtling off into the distance, she by far seems to be the calmest out of the now two, its unclear if thats a good or bad thing