'She watched, statuesque and transfixed, as the moon slowly rose over the city, cold, serene, watchful. Miranda drank in the light, ambrosial to her moon-starved body. The crystal lodestone hanging from her starlight neck took in the moonglow with a ferocity, channeling it to its own power... Even her skin seemed to soak in the light from the fragmented satelite as it would sunlight, only, instead of tanning, she paled, grew more creamy and white, soft as swan's down and softer still.... and she was wild, an amoral thing, a creature of mortal flesh containing an as of yet unawakened, and unknowing celestial being, complete without flaw or color, without malice or benevolence. Her eyes were closed, seduced by the enticing light, and slept. She neither swayed nor wavered on her perch so dangerously high above the noisy world. In truth, she could have been no more than a statue as she fed, sustaining herself on moon-light.' Finally colored, pure Phototshop6: a sketch for a story I did just out of highschool. Time: from c. 11:30pm to 4:30am working over scanned sketch that is c.13 years old