She.

I've had dreams rarer than a person might have. Dreams where I am dying, I see how my meat is eaten by various scavengers. Where my soul is an eternal lullaby is carried to where it doesn't know where it is. I've had thousands and thousands of dreams where darkness reigned, where everything was black. But now, I have had the pleasure to dream in reality. And there is this girl, who seems to be made out of dreams... Her long hair, that looks like a beautiful dark sea, flowing through her body, covering her with its veil. So tall she seems to be able to touch the sky in the middle of the day and the stars in the middle of the night. She looks like she's made out of galaxies and constellations, and her face is made of glass... so fragile, and it shines. But she turns out to be real. You will be my desire, the one who will live in the vines at night, living in the wool for the day, I will help you out of this hell, but my beautiful one, you'll be the one singing in the day, making my life bright.