The being of one is not to be known by first encounter, the forest creating destruction and madly desires in the veins of its host is her main attraction. Though the grips of time each word is crafted along with the deception of paths through a dark enchanting forest. Only until time stand still and extends its cold grip into the darkening light, until the last leaf falls without rhythm, when her last breath is withheld and withdrawn will the world not only know her name but her entire story.