Soil and cold air on my chest, that´s it, surrounded by crackling trees, dark waters and wild winds, but then earth became still. Every voice in the woods lowered, so they could hear the sentence that´s being passed. Death, death, death, let him die, for the gods, was the secret thought process of the forest. Dark nymph, in the role of priest, judge and executioner, something every murderer is in one person.
