Oh to roam the woods in the dead of night, collecting shiny stones, feathers and moss to make little towers out of to confuse hikers. Oh to befriend the crows and have them leave me treasures on my windowsills.
“I asked Persephone, “How could you grow to love him? He took you from flowers to a kingdom where not a single living thing can grow.” Persephone smiled, “My darling, every flower on your earth withers. What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.””