The autumns' leaves fall one by one, the piano keys are heard note by note, and the wind felt blow by blow. A lady's thoughts hidden inside a silent soul sweat in need to be heard. Arabella Royston cannot understand why she sees the world so differently. Why does she spin in a different cycle; is she real? Everyone seems to work in an imaginary world that doesn't match hers; will she survive these expectations? Does she have the strength to speak up, to spit out the pain in words, loud words, for everyone to hear?