She left a trail of tears

The moon shines brightly upon the road reflecting back from the teardrops scattered there. The moonlit drops of our heroine's tears leads us down along this road. As our eyes follow the glittering of moonlight upon sadness we ponder upon why they are there. What calamity has befallen our heroine? What tragedy causes her to weep? What fear drives her forward even as she cries? The glittering teardrops become fewer as along the road we go and we grow fearful of losing the trail. But wait what is that we see in the distance? A scrap of blue appears in the moonlight drawing us farther along. Carefully, keeping a watch for any movement nearby, we retrieve what seems to be another clue to our missing heroine. As we examine the silky bit of fabric retrieved from the moonlit road we wonder at it's origin. A piece from the heroine's garment perhaps? Or just an unrelated item tossed into the road from a random passerby? This clue requires more thought and examination.