It was a vile, dirty autumn. But the next day, suddenly, a bright sun, a blue sky, a brilliance of foliage gold not yet fallen off. Thus the world said goodbye to the best that ever came into it.

Afterwards was chilly darkness.

In a week, when her body ceased to exist, the sun has come once again, and again the world in the farewell beauty. It was only the unbearably cold wind that reminded of the price her soul has paid for that freedom.

That night, the snow fell.