A little girl walks along the path, barefoot and ragged. Dead brown grass pokes between the paving stones and pricks the fragile soles of her feet. Her shadow stretches long behind her, and it is filled with death.
The moon is full. The graveyard beckons. A little girl wanders the night, drawn again and again to the resting place of her loved ones. It’s a lonely existence, yet a peaceful one too.
Until the night he appears . . .
