So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear.

Emerging from the valley of broken clocks, twisted keys and charred letters, she found her feet again. While her atrophied muscles screamed with every step she took she followed the path back to her life. It was being over taken by ferns and moss, nature reclaiming its land after it was so rudely disrupted by her in the midst of the Dark Days. She brushed back the plants gently as if to make up for the original disturbance. Her feet knew the way while her mind wandered, her thoughts consumed by all that had moved on while she remained dormant. The seasons had flown by with no qualms towards her untimely defeat, babies had become children and people left for time stops for no one. She felt the terrain change underfoot, the path remained well worn. She paused, no one came to this place but her, too much time had passed for it to mean anything. Slowly she felt shadows begin to move, forming shapes of the people she had loved, ones she had lost, ones that had been lost. They had kept this place in such a state so she would recognize what it was time for. Together they began the journey back to where she belonged, though they could not help her once she returned back to normality, at least they could give her hope that some things are never lost.