It is dark. It is cold. It is over.

And just when you thought the story might turn out ok.

She lived, she breathed, she laughed, she loved. But the problem was, she couldn’t see what lay ahead. No one could. No one in all the ages of man would ever have been able to predict such an obscene path for such an innocent fledgling. Little did she know, crows the rooster. Little did she know.