She dug her fair hands into the soil, breathing out snowflakes as she pried out the shining pearl box. As if it had repelled the dirt itself, the polished exterior appeared as though it had not been touched for years. Pushed up the golden clasp, dainty hands trembling. Aurora of blue, a siren song so loud the world may have chorused for Venus. Mermaids pulled her in, shells and combs of silver, a sliver of a daydream. Pulled her in gently, welcoming her in folds of satin and beaded silk. Beckoned her with strands of rubies and sapphires. Painted her in with the angels, soft skin and buttercup hair. Suffocated her with starlight.