Bioshock-Infinite

In the middle of a shallow river, she was standing. Long, pompous skirt of her dress was soaking in cold water; her legs were freezing and have already started to acquire an azure tint. The birds were whistling carelessly around her, but nothing she noticed. Indifferent to what was happening around, she was fully consumed by her determination; like a sharp-clawed prey bird feasting on a dead animal she was ripping the time-matter fabric apart, creating tears. Searching. Not here. No. Not here yet. No. Messy black hair was shadowing her pale face, touched by what one would call madness. Her big, bright eyes were shining with eerie light, c