[ IP ] Our ends are beginnings

Falling. She loved falling. The cushion of air running by her face that could not hold her. She twirled around with glee. It was only once every other lifetime she got to fall like this. Where was she? Berlin? She hoped so. She had heard so much about Berlin! Last time had been so dreary. Nothing but ocean as far as the eye could see. The constant heat and smell from the air and the men -- it was enough to make her sick. And what was she wearing? This was n't her usual raggedy outft. This was... yes it had to be. Silk! The same silk pirates would send you to the bottom of the ocean for. Funny, how things work out. She must be someone's daughter. Someone wealthy, someone loving. Someone with a warm bed and big windows to watch the city as clearly as if she were falling. Someone who could find her a husband with whom she could start a family of her own, with even bigger more love and bigger windows. This time, in this place she had heard about only in broken lullabies; this time she would find peace. She was sure of it.
