She was standing there by the broken tree. Her hands are all twisted and she's pointing at me. I was damned by light coming out of her eyes. She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky. She said "Walk on over here, there’s a bit of shade. I will wrap...

"These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die,Like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume." W. Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet, Act II, Scene VI

Is it possible that everything is true? Fairy tales and horror stories? Is it possible that there isn't anything sane or normal at all? ***