Lilith enters the room which extends to infinity. The variety of personalities display before her like an exhibition of jewelleries, gleaming in the subtle light. She glances lazily, none of them matches her fancy. She tilts her head slightly to one side - perhaps she would create a new one, or she could merge several old favourites to make a polished maiden. She is a super ego bitch with no particular ego; she has too many.

Feeling rather jaded, she lets the ageless air to lift her weighless form off the apparent ground. Gravity, is only inserted here for fun. No wind; her moonlit locks flow gracefully in the air nevertheless. Idly she wonders what her bronze winged friend is up to. He has recently descended onto the earthly plane again, playing several roles, at once a man and his alter-ego of a winged monster. He indulges himself with angelic delight - love, the most precious thing that is granted humanity. So long as he is enjoying himself, she muses. What fun is immortality if one cannot bathe in the bliss of immorality? It is all a game.

She aches slightly from sheer pointlessness. Still dark outside the room. She spread her wings once again, transulcent ribbons the ever varying shades of a supernova. She may as well ride with the winds tonight, whilst the girl that is the mundane equal of her slumbers.