They tied her head with the thread of a spinning wheel and left her.
Bound forever to the instrument, the young princess held on to the frame as if it were a part of herself. Deprived of her sight, she now had black holes instead of her beautiful azure eyes. Alone in sadness, she sat most of the time as if she was punished, unable to see the outside world, its colours and its patterns . Her unused voice left her throat to animate someone else’s vocal chords.
She could hear from afar the sound of men talking, a child screaming, and a dog barking. Unable to retrace in her mind what she once could perceive, she drew humankind with her own shapes. The thought of being rescued and the hope of being herself again left her soul forever. When she could feel the blood flowing in her veins and the beats of her heart reverberating inside her body, she knew she was alive. She was one of them living outside, working, and playing, but she just could not see or speak anymore.
At times, she stood up, her left arm gripping the spinning wheel, and moved her legs and twirled on the spot. She felt her dress floating, her feet embracing the surface of the floor, the small amount of air touching her cheeks. She lifted her head up, freeing her body from the seclusion, and dancing to an imaginary melody. At that moment, she felt tears running down her face as the memory of her family appeared in her mind. She promised herself that one day they would be reunited. The hope that had once faded filled her heart again and as she sat down exhausted, she leaned on the spinning wheel and let her dreams take her to another world.