"...It was strange, but true. Among the mountains of El-Ruhr, stood the ruins of a mighty city, a place abandoned for millenia. Not even the greatest storytellers of Ayn's tribe knew the origins or how sucj a fate befell the city. However, the place that seemed to once had been an imponent palace, standing tall in the center of the ruined land, was Ayn's favorite location to be. Inside, time seemed to stop flowing, like the palace itself was forgotten by time. The only sounds in there were the winds, the ravens, the whispers of long dead beings. In the highest chamber you could see the mountains and observe the ravens that inhabited the rooftops. The melody from Ayn's flute seemed to bring a soothing feeling to that ravaged and forgotten location. Even the ravens seemed content with her music.
But one of the weirdest feelings Ayn felt while in there were the constant remembrance of her human memories. For reasons she couldn't explain or care, she could clearly remember the days she spent as a human, so many years ago. These came to her, almost magically, making her miss those days..."

Bleh, looks much better in real life. Random thing done in college, random text written on teh bus.