Stars dancing across the waters edge. Souls sneak in though the darkness’s grasp. What’s one to do when there’s nothing to be done?

You’ve run from the church in your cotton blue dress, you run to the hill. A tear slips. You’re gaining speed as your run, run, run. Branches scar your face as you push past with no care. Your hair comes undone. Your ribbons off, now owned by the darkness.

Finally there, you fall on both knees, your dress becomes dirty from the dirt and the leaves. Hold up you’re shaking hands and whisper.

“Frau, sister please life is not worth living if it’s not with you hand in hand.” The darkness parts a hand comes forth. A blue ribbon tied around the wrist.

“Oh sister you have come.”

“Come forth darling sister dearest, just one more step it’s worth your while” Your sister says in a musical voice. Mesmerized you step forth. Falling. Screaming. Crying. Laughing. Off the edge you go.

She takes you to a place where no living has gone. Magic, beauty, sun, and love. It’s filled with people who are people no more, just loving souls.

It’s filled you with wisdom beyond your years and stories of comfort, warmth, fears, spears, and pioneers that bring one to tears. For even dead tell stories I fear. To whom it concerns you and Frau will be here for _years_.