She walks her tempting figure through the shadow of the moment waking lust in the souls of the mortals. Her beauty plays with the impossible and challenges the imagination of the weak. Her smell spreads a gust of desire and temptation and her cracking shell tingles the senses. In her life, this is just a passing moment. Once the shell breaks apart, it reveals nothing. All that existed once is gone ; there is no essence . Nothing…just the temptation of that moment in time when she walked her ghostly body to be admired and desired. Her superficiality disappears without trace in the ever-changing complexity of existence.