autumne

Once upon a time, there was a Door. And the girl who was a tree felt her roots beyond the (dead) (living) wood of the Door, and stepped out into the biting wind of the winter through it.

Time passed, as it always does. The seasons came and went, and so goes the tapestry of life. And she smiled, and hid, as always, from the attentions of men, for she loved her ever-growing trees and wished not for another to take their place.

But hiding served only to make her more desirable, and word of her beauty reached a god called Vertumnus.

So goes the tapestry of life.