The name ‘SPARKS’ was the inscription engraved into the metal. Cora bent down over the small hole covered by the leaf and she began to dig frantically with the horseshoe. The hole became deeper and deeper until it was deep enough for her to stick her face inside. Cora gazed down into the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the pitch black surroundings. The girl found within herself a new freedom in isolation and with that freedom, came a deep drawing in of air and a gasp from her dried throat. With trembling lips she released a scream from the depths of her soul that could shatter a wall of solid glass.