From afar, the world seemed bleak— yet untouched by evil. A flowery synchronization of beauty and grace, a pictorial frame of an untouched maiden glowing with purity, draped in innocence. Yet... evil lurks within. It prowls. It growls— a predator, seducing and petrifying its prey. It saw me. It eyed me. And then— it pounced. I saw death flash before me as I felt every fiber of my being ripped apart. And yet— it was blissful. Excruciating, but freeing. A masochistic fantasy, is it not? I awoke from that slumber and wept. I looked around at what I had conjured— and in the same breath, destroyed. And I wailed— for my love. My love, who left me— taking away every thorn of pain and sorrow with him. So I climbed the hill. And I jumped.