She's waiting, for time keep running. She's alive in present, but empty and left her fragile. She's staying, but the space is empty and hollow. She's alive, and she know nothing last forever here.
She's ready to continue, as shadow keep her motionless abruptly. Questioning, does she have to keep quiet and follow? She's ready to answer, as shadow left her with bare chest. Asking, does she have to keep the unjust and accept it?
As she try to find thw solace, she know that now she live with stigma sticking on her skin. Again, she question herself, under who's rule does she living?