Madness string 760

Random mermaid
The night is clearer than ink. Well, our nights are. In the winter, at least. Cracking with cold and faint lights mingled with darkness, the sky so high up that the very presence of the air makes your head spin. Nights don't get much clearer than that.

Every time I've seen her, I try to learn more about her and come away somehow knowing less. At various points in time, I've though that she was a witch, an angel, or a cursed princess. I just need to reach out and ask her, right?