Thousands of flickering candles filled the damp, cobblestone road. It was a night of mourning, if there ever was one. Although filled with candles, yellow and illuminating, the street was barren of anything that breathes, save one soul. Her weeping consumed her, as it did with most of the alleyway, echoing off the tattered bricks below her. Tears collected in a pool by her feet as she fell to her knees in front of one of the solemn lights.