The Lost GirlThere is a girl, in a room, in the dark. You do not know her, and she does not know you. She can hardly see; there is only a small window high on the wall of her prison, letting in little light. This girl waits in the dark, and dreams of things she does not know.Who is this girl, you might ask. Why should I acknowledge this small figure in the dark? She's forgotten the outside world, the feel of sunlight and warmth, and of who she is. For days and years, she waits in her cell.She does not eat, or speak, or sleep. All she can do is dream, half imagined things dancing through the dark before her open eyes. Time is meaningless to her.This girl, this doll, this fragile, forgotten being waits in the dark. She knows not what she waits for, and simply dreams of things she cannot know.How does this girl survive, you might wonder. She cannot be human to live this way. Nothing alive can remain through time as she does.True, this girl is no more human than the stone of the walls around her.