Miss One

In America, near Panama, on the border between Panama and Costa Rica, for a moment everything seemed to move very quickly before returning to normal. As she left, a woman with strange silver hair appeared, but within it winds, light, and time swirled.

The woman with strange hair and blue eyes smoothed her curly hair as she adjusted it. Her gestures. Her smile was wide as she looked at the lands where she had hidden. These were places that still retained their beauty even after human exploitation.

"How incredible what humans have achieved. Who could believe that such weak little beings could accomplish things of such magnitude?" she said as she looked at the cities abandoned by humans.