Wandering the barren forest alone,
Hopelessly stumbling over the burnt out husks of a once great beauty,
He came to a lake,
A vast, serene lake,
A gentle violence hidden below the mirrored turquoise surface,
A red little row boat floated offshore,
A silent accessory,
One dark, fluttering shadow hovered between the brittle trees behind him,
And he knew his only way was into that red row boat,
His only way was forward.