Even now after so many years pass, the Knight of Despair stood. Her true name forgotten to everyone and herself and given a shameful title she’d have to bear for eternity. Her long black dress cascaded to the floor, flowing as easily as her hair which resembled the cosmos. Black rivers of tears flowed down her face from the intense depression within her soul as she stood within the containment cell, the flows eroding her eyes until there was nothing left but blackened sockets.