Once upon a time. A quiet dusk awaits, patiently, for the boy.
He comes, to wash, to this dark beautiful grove.
By the pond. To wash.
I wonder. I wonder what he cleanses himself from.
Such a beautiful face. Such sadness.
I wonder. I wonder if one night he won’t return.
Washed away completely by unnamed things within the depth.
I wonder. I wonder if I can resist following. His silent steps.
All the way to the Abyss.