The unbroken, the unbothered, the undamaged, Marçiie. Walking through the ineffable and yet murderous grasslands of tall pasture, she travels, walking so softly as if gliding through white sheets of cotton. Today the world is another, her truth has vanished with the summer days. Now, only her sadness and sorrow hugs and holds her broken wings, her bothered soul, and finally her damaged will to live in absence of love. What once was will never be again. The only thing that is for certain is the return of the crows that will bring back life into the decaying dry lands of the Cemetery of Crows.
