In the twilight yawn of heaven's black Rose two tall trees of sombre peeking green, their tops a round as if drawn in mathematical precision. And as Katerina gazed at them for a blessed moment, the kind that could be any length at all in the twinkle of eternity, she saw the eyes of an owl, great and wise. Before she could breathe another, before her brain was capable of any other notion, she was behind those green owl eyes in the sky looking down upon the black cradled ground. For these were the eyes that watched all the galaxies in the dominion of love, the ones that belong to our guardian, our savior. And to them she was a light of hope there in a place that touched her reality and yet belonged to another.
In the very next moment, Katerina found herself standing on the same black cradle
