Victoria pressed her feet into the warm sand, and allowed the moons light to seep into her wrinkly skin. It was only here, in the darkness of the night where she could find a sanctuary. Her old, widowed structure was breaking down, along with all of her hope.
The only thing that kept her going, was the moon. For even though all of her beauty had diminished over time, the moon had always made her feel worth something.
She dug her toes into the sand a little deeper, and looked at her reflection.
“I just want to be beautiful again” she whispered.
Then, the tides roared, and Victoria felt a jolt of magic run down her spine.
She looked into the ocean and saw that she had regained all of her former youth and beauty.
But then, a sick feeling crawled up her throat, and she spit out the remains of her soul.
She watched as her soul morphed into a star, and climbed into the midnight sky.
She did not attempt to catch it that night.
Nor did she attempt to catch it any other.
She remained souless for the rest of her life.