Описание картинки у автора: In the darkness she knows all, she feels every drop upon waxy leaves as though they were her own skin. she does not exist in these woods as some have mistaken. She is a part of them. This place, as in all places not a quiver nor shiver goes unnoticed. But She whispers this time, not with a command but with a query. With a hushed tone, inaudible to any listening ear. In the mist of night a thing had changed that even she could not foresee. But it left its mark of soiled earth and caustic leaves.
Она бежит по лесу, короче и она часть всего этого.
Честь имею, сэр.
Она бежит по лесу, короче и она часть всего этого.