• Hazy shadows, dancing about every treetop, whispering a secret to one another, then passing it on to the next. I am sitting under an oak tree, looking out into deep emptiness, no one around, and just the faint flutter of moth wings around a nearby tree. It is sprinkling, and the tree is protecting me, like a father over a newborn child. It forms a pale yellow ring around me, and wind is blowing bits of mist towards me, stinging my face. I stand up, not looking at anything, nor anyone. There is a rustling sound behind a shrub, and the shadows beckon me to peek through. As I stick my head through thick underbrush, I see something that most people only dream about. I gazed in awe as I stood there in silence. My mind was dazed at her beauty. There, standing over a river of ice- The Angel's Curse. One touch and I would be possessed. The Angel's Curse was meant to be kept sacred, and as I ventured closer, I stopped. I felt I should leave the maiden in a way I felt natural.