I see...

A girl... with different shades of past...some are clear and distinct, others are murky by display of the different shades of her dress. Her hands are bandaged, her wings are broken. All of her memories turn into countless of black feathers that scatter around, no longer bound. She is falling...through time, through space, through the abyss. Time stops, for eternity...it seems.

Her soul, the very essence of her is ebbing away from her body…leaving only an empty shell behind. The brilliance of the feather which is prominently featured in the drawing, displays the sole remainder of what the girl is now.