Aviance was at the entrance of the cave, pursing her lips. What did her dreams mean? Did they have a purpose? She blinked a cojuple of times, then wondered: Do I even have a purpose? Or am I just meant to float around in the great scheme of the world, without any meaning, any reason for being? She sighed and stepped out, not minding the bitter cold. She took a gulp of the fresh night air, catching scents as she did. The icy air burned her throat, but she enjoyed it. She closed her eyes, tilting her head towards the sky. Her hands slowly left her sides, and reached out into the air, feeling the cold of the night.