Aurora

Aurora walked through the city streets her mask adorned on her face. The stench of iron in the air caused her great discomfort, but the mask helped a bit. She wondered why she ever chose to stay here. Humans...they were awful creatures. They were causing the world to decay and she hated seeing things wither and die. A heavy sigh escaped her and her head hung low, but not before she bumped into someone along the way. Ah!....I'm so sorry! Please forgive my lack of acuity.