That air,  and the talk of the grass, and that light . the smell of the scent of the flowers, the lady in blue, the messenger frogs, the grass hoper with the essence of the tale. the tale of the mad bird. there stood the tree of  love , the world that shatters . only the peace mothers fill their springs, the day of the shine ,the scary night , but night. that day when it comes to walk alone with her , in the shadows that walk ended in the game of the thrones to flow of the shadows , blah blah blah blah