In the art gallery alone on a wall is a single painting. It is an old oil portrait of a woman sitting in front of a far off landscape. Who she is and what she was you do not know. Whether she lived a great life or a small life, one that mattered too many or to just a few is now a secret lost in time. Was her life as important as her portrait suggests. In a time where a portrait would be created for a reason the one behind hers has been lost and only the beauty remains.