The witch who lives by the river bend has been waiting for centuries for her loved ones to commend her on her hard work. However, no one has ever visited and to much avail only trees have taken root in her heart and flowers have bloomed in her bones. The creatures of the forest live by her and will never forsaken her parfumerie of roses. For such beautiful scents are kept in the forest and not forgotten. I hope that her veins will partake in the crimson under glow of the Sun's past.
