Hear her out. When she is empty. She hears voices. Voices of soft, melancholic melody. She keeps herself solitary from birds, winds and raindrops. She withholds her contemplations, her ambiance away from the outside world. She's unsure of herself. Her fantasy when dawn appear is all about the apparition she keeps seeing. Wild and horrid dreams she's having. Everything that's gold has turned into dust. Blown away by willow ships that comes crashing on the shore of her vivid imagination. And all of the treasures inside that ship has been stolen by the ghostly figures. And to her wonder, it's you. You are the apparition she keeps seeing. The one she's been missing. And so she realizes, dreaming she is. She'll eventually wake up, sooner or later. But just let her be this time, to reminisce the treasures she's been holding on. The bottle inside will hold that gem and soon enough, she'll be freeing it without apprehension.