Through the whirlpool of confusing passions, across the frozen storm of memories long gone, amidst the rivers of unseen tears and unspoken fears, a feeble lonely soul was sent through a flimsy hidden path, that she would deliver a small crystalline gift: a pinch of salt, over a long dead hearth, that it could, perhaps some day... beat and feel again.
It is on her way out that she will be forced to find her strength, for the tidal waves of rancor and revenge would not let her go. Perhaps some day... she will be brave as well.
