When there is no more Fruit to bear, she knows not but of her despair. Assuming that no one would care. she soon find that she is impaired. upon a bed of scorn lye heaps of roots and thorns. they are of her own design. The true enemy lays in plain sight.
Don't get to close to things you don't understand
A sign everyone seem to miss , a sign that everyone never learn to read , to understand, to learn from it by just standing there on the road warning others how dangerous those woods must be
But one day that sign disappear as it never been on that road , and on that day a young girl disappear.....
