And among all the lights, she stood still lost not knowing where to call home. The surroundings were anything but believable, surreality sunk in and she found herself wandering, feeling in need of a title. The wanderer. A girl who walked the night and kept going for years to come. She herself, to never grow up, a glimmer roaming the streets eternally.
His laughter rumbled like thunder as he struggled to rise. "It matters not what happens to me. My Dark Master, Lord of the Night arises, and there is nothing you can do to stop him." ~Wendy Hamlet (B5: Rise of the Phoenix) (Fire Drake by sansyu)