The forest at twilight is only blue and white, and is deathly quiet. Hoar frost grips everything.
You wander like an emaciated and tattered spectre to that which has been calling you. Though weary, you cannot stop your fated plodding, because desire compels you.
You understand this: that now, the trap has been finally met. The witch has you fully in her grasp.
released January 25, 2010
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