Classic Collection: Aqua Aromatica - Thé Vert Florascent

The cry of the black crow broke the sound barrier of the night.

Like an unwholesome pain.
Like a stab through the heart.
Like a never-ending odyssey.

Even the trees of the forest seemed to bleed.
Green resin.
Green labandum.
Green infinite herbaceousness.

Whether life was only possible through pain?
Or whether it was only through pain that we became aware of life again?

So fresh at the beginning while drinking tea in the afternoon.
So frightening at the end with the walk in the forest.
So surprising the twist deep into the green resinous darkness.

... and there she stood in the midst of all the woods, yet not seeing the forest for the trees.

... and term with a tart freshness that life always begins in our heart.

She knew that life would go on, despite all the losses.

But amidst all the greenery, she realized that for now, it was time to live.

EPILOG
"The devil wouldn't be attacking you so hard if there wasn't something valuable inside of you.

Thieves don't break into empty houses."
- Beauty In Darkness, by B. Vigil