Ah. My Story. Are You

Whatever Can Die Is Beautiful — More Beautiful Than A Unicorn, Who Lives Forever, And Who Is The Most Beautiful Creature In The World. Do You Understand Me?

Don't Be Afraid. Don't Be Afraid Of Anything. Whatever You Have Been, You Are Mine Now. I Can Hold You.

Her Voice Left A Flavor Of Honey And Gunpowder On The Air.

What Happened Instead Was That The Tree Fell In Love With Him And Began To Murmur Fondly Of The Joy To Be Found In The Eternal Embrace Of A Red Oak. "always, Always," It Sighed, "faithful Beyond Any Man's Deserving. I Will Keep The Color Of Your Eyes When No Other In The World Remembers Your Name. There Is No Immortality But A Tree's Love.

The Unicorn Lived In A Lilac Wood, And She Lived All Alone. She Was Very Old, Though She Did Not Know It, And She Was No Longer The Careless Color Of Sea Foam But Rather The Color Of Snow Falling On A Moonlit Night. But Her Eyes Were Still Clear And Unwearied, And She Still Moved Like A Shadow On The Sea.