Hunting for rabbits to feed his impoverished family. Aloof to the forest\'s descent. Enveloped by a plume of dark and glimmering fog. Mutated by it and becoming the color of soot and grime. Skin slack and emanating oil.
For days, pitched his tent, the lantern at his side; darkness incessant and with no release. Watching the stars the nights that revealed them he would envision his keeper originated there. Beyond the thicket - No. Not like this. Ultimately - surely! There was true love\'s kiss.