A chilling scream reaches her ears from beyond the wall of pine, where shadows still hold fast against the coming dawn. The song of the sea alone reaches her ears. That death knell may as well have been all the angels of heaven rising in chorus, the forest may as well the impenetrable wall of sleep. Beyond that wall, a solitary light still dances behind the panes. What terror lives there is no more for her.
As the day dawns, as coast stirs to life, she will be found. Her body, bruised and bloodied though it may be, is not broken. Only the will is gone. She will find no joy in the rising of the sun, nor fear as night falls, in turn. The song of birds will reach her ears no longer. Only the endless rhythm of the waves. No mortal kiss will ever stir her heart. She has given that to the sea.
In life there was nothing but kindness for man. And in this, her death, she will teach man the only kindness man deserves.