• They met in the woods. They loved in the woods. Their hearts were broken in the woods...

    Their love, purer than the first, crisp frost. Their time together, though short, was ablaze with red hot passion. It was a whirlwind affair, yet tranquil like the ripples on water after the storm. Two blades of grass, cautiously forcing their way into this world, to live, to breath, to survive though life despite the odds. But she knew, she knew it could not continue. He was so young, he had still to live his life, she had died over 50 years ago...

    He fell to his knees, tears forced themselves into his eyes. He told himself he had not heard it, told himself she could not have meant it, he could not - would not believe.
    She glided towards him, her skin glittering like the stars above them, covering the sky with pinpricks of silver fire. She reached out and held his head in her cold hands, they felt cool against his face. As she bent down towards him, her hair draped around him, encircling them both. Her lips were as cold as ice. She was his first, his only, his true love. The ancient trees around them stretched to infinity above their heads...

    In a forest, a young boy knelt on a carpet of dead leaves. Tears, silvery white beads in the moonlight, falling onto his chest, as the silver figure of a woman fades into the darkness...