[Umbrae]

Mmmmm I love this image…

All good stories begin near, or have a portion that occurs, in the deep dark forest. And here we are…

Deep – dark – surrounded by leafless vines that cover all in their way (kind of like Mirkwood).

She’s pensive, and regards not the tombstone (Her’s? A lover’s? Does it matter?), but the Raven who sits atop it.

Their intercourse is the subject of our vista.

Neither submits; both experience the “perfection of the relationship.”