Gun Smoke

The world may not revolve around her, but the darkness does. The light in her path, brightens and dims, momentarily at oblique intervals, like a series of broken street lamps.
What is her purpose? What is her destiny?

These questions echo in the silence that surrounds her. Silence that is often only broken by the shower of gunfire.

She may not know the answers that she so adamantly seeks.

What she does know, however, is that gunpowder and oil are amongst her favourite fragrances.