On a hazy river finding its way into a secluded lake embedded in the heart of an ever green forest, where fireflies dance around a girl in her youth dressed in an all white gown sitting on the dark soil of pouring storm, cuddled in the mist of late autumn. Pale skinned and hair like embers bursting from ashes of a burning coal, eyes like emeralds and lips as red as the forbidden fruit.
Glimmers in her eyes told a tale as old as any trail seeking a destination ever traveled. Flames waltzed around like an image long reflected and...