“Without you, without me, your the end i can see,” she sang quietly to herself while tending to the shipping line. Boxes continuously flowed in her direction, she checked against orders, moved them down the line. He senses were dull here, a bright fluorescent light seared into her retinas. The smell was off a few bits though although it somehow morphed into an almost metallic taste in her mouth.
Last night she walked through a field of roses, the thorns gracing her open arms with small pricks, the smell of blood, also metallic. Her copper hair streaked silver in the moonlight that managed to pierce the atmosphere. She stopped to gaze up for a while. She had heard the tales, of a sky full of stars, a sky full of light. Hard to imagine what it would look like. Finally she came to the bush she had been searching for,  She plucked two purple rose petals and sealed them in a tiny flask, It would be the right amount for the medicine she would need to make later. Always careful to only take what she needed she walked back through the slightly painful rose path, a few hours left before the trudgery would start. Time to rest, and maybe if she was lucky to dream of stars.