Banshee

Aria, a banshee, walks the paths of a forgotten forest. A torn white dress hangs from her body and her feet sink into the streams as she wanders back and forth weeping black tears of sorrow. Her face reflects her rage and hatred. Pale as the moonlight that illuminates her, Aria's skin gleams in the darkness. The trees around rise like guardian specters, their branches pointing to the sky like twisted wicked fingers.