Haunted cries in the dark. Wailing sounds like that of a banshee could be heard throughout the desert of glass. Blackened shapes coalesced and gathered in one place, only to disappear and reform in another. And still the night lingered on, the promise of mystery to be had for many a traveler as they heard these cries, those sounds of keening. Tales had been told from near and far by many people, both civilized and wilderness folks alike. Stories of a woman of the night, a spirit dressed in what seemed like the very shadows themselves. Of a woman who was both seeking solace and vengeance, for a reason they knew not. Those who came upon her would only get the barest of details and when the light of morning came around, she was already gone. Disappeared to a place beyond places. No one knew exactly where.
It was here on one of the glass dunes of Seraj Isa, a thin figure in black could be seen. She was weeping, dark mascara seeming to drip down her face as she sobbed there in the dark. Her grayish hair framed her angular face, indigo lips set in dusky colored features. The darkness around her seemed thicker as though she were born of the very night itself. For some time, this strange woman sat there crying her heart out, only to stop occasionally before starting up again.
"Aaeeiiiiiiiiiii!" The sound reverberated throughout the glassy landscape, sure to attract attention from someone, somewhere.
((This thread features my character Willow, a night spirit, in case anyone's wondering.))