Some say that he returned year by year, following, as per instructed, the river out to the sea. She met him there, year by year, and when he finally died, he became the wind that ran alongside her water, the breeze that trailed her silver ribbons.
They ran wild, but in tandem, the way harmony worked. The siblings went back to the forest. The little ones grew up and had children, retreating deep into the safety of the dark woods. They were separate from those who had condemned them, but there they were at peace. Loved. In their own little bubble.
They never forgot about the two though, the epitome of true love, and of harmony. Because every year on the silver moon, the moon of cursed birth but also the moon of true love, the breeze returned strong, and the river's currents switched course, running right alongside the old camp in the woods.
They saw them running, hand in hand, gliding through the glades, the marshes, the rivers. Brown and blond hair. Hazel and blue eyes. Always together, always in tandem. The wind and the water. Forever for all eternity.
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Water and Wind
FantasíaEvery year, in the old log cabin in the heart of the woods, a face appears at the window. A haunted face, illuminated by the light of the moon with the backdrop of the dark forest. It is the same story each year, the same cabin, woman, circumstances...
