The wood was alive. Breathing. The gnarled branches intertwining, beating and dancing together. She walked amongst the copper foilage, her hands gracefully touching each knot in the ancient oaks. They towered above her, shrouding the crystalline sky with burning oranges, lighting the sky on fire.
Her gorgeous golden hair wisped round her face in tight curls as if led in a complicated dance by the soft autumn breeze. Her ruby lips parted slightly, contrasting against her soft snowy skin. A whisper, that's all that parted from those precious lips, "A crystal heart, to bind my sorrow. A heart to save."