Corpse

"Goddess, August, what happened?" Graeme asked, checking her over.

The blank expression on August's face melted away when she heard the desperation in Graeme's voice, but her eyes remained an eerie black. He reached up to cup the sides of her face, and the golden rays of her irises broke through as if the moon's shadow had passed over them, finally allowing their suns to return. She smiled at him, but her skin was freezing, and Graeme quickly gathered her in his arms.

"Graeme," she whispered as she put her arms around his neck, "Did you know that the forest parts at your presence? It's beautiful."

His eyebrows pinched together as he quickly climbed the steps around the tree. She seemed different. "What were you doing out here? You're freezing," he said.

"There was the crow and the tree… And… But I'm just looking now," she replied, dropping her gaze to stare into the distance once again.