While standing on a rooftop high above the city, you notice a peculiar statue you haven't seen before. This rooftop was your second home, you would sometimes come here to get away from all the noise. The statue is of a very tall woman with wings, tall curved horns, bare breasts, a tail and a somber look, eyes cast down toward the streets below.

You decide to sit near the edge of the roof and cast your eyes out at the sunset. As the sun droops down below the horizon, you just lose yourself in the colors.

A voice interrupts your thoughts.

Clara: "Beauty."

The voice startles you and you leap out of your chair. The statue has turned into a living creature, pointing at the colors of the scattered sunlight fading over the horizon. She repeats herself while pointing.

Clara: Beauty.