Memories always would leave the woman to feel nostalgic. The sense of melancholy clung in the atmosphere even if the sky no longer was hazed and overcast. The moon had lifted its drowsy visage to acknowledge the starless sky in a manner so peaceful, so serene. The woman herself possessed no such feeling of serenity. She found herself back at the wishing tree one more before the circus was set to open its gates. These were the quiet times she treasured.

So many names left for her to know. Poppet. Pet. Prymm. Prymm had become used to the facets and charms each and every one of those names had blessed and empowered her with. Tonight she went by Prymm. It suited her.

A dreamer's eyes of brilliant emerald were cast over the moon milk pale of her shoulder to cast upon a fire that ever would burn white hot and ivory within its shimmering black cauldron. The vision of the flame manifested right when the clock struck midnight. It was not the clock that Prymm heard or saw but instead she would be taken by the vision of another flame. A funeral pyre.

Something she should have known and yet had never been a part of. Memories tricked her these days. The memories gave her a purpose.

Once more the hood of black velvet was dropped to fall upon her shoulders and reveal the brilliance of blood red hair. A crimson ribbon was fetched from her pocket as she took a step forward and then another towards the wishing tree.

The once black bark of the wishing tree had been chipped away to ash white fissures given age and time and the wishes moved upon the branches as skeletel fingers caressing the girl when she approached.

Admist it all, all the black and white and death pallor she stretched upward to tie the crimson ribbon of her wish upon the branch of the wishing tree. It stood out like a beacon. A dare. A summoning.

But for what or for whom she did not know.

All she knew was the wish.

The wish that had trespassed through her thoughts for a thousand years never to be spoken, not even as a whisper.

A wish kept secret.

Until tonight.

Tonight the wishing tree knew.