The Cemetery Of The Sleeping Little Girl

Beyond the gardens, on the spot where the forest becomes thicker and the fog is so heavy that it clouds any attempt to see, there is a ghostly cemetery that was one day vanished from the eyes of the world. It is guarded by trees, which rise like immense mountains, hiding all the secrets that lie there, behind an apparent loneliness. Roads interrupted by night’s eternal black veil, ravens longing to never be seen, stars that lost their shine when wishes stopped, withered flowers smothered by time… They are all there, before you, next to a river, dried-up for lack of spilled tears, fearfully daring to defy the vast and enveloping silence that surrounds this corner of the world. While you walk your way through thousands of gravestones marking forgotten names, a wave of mystery and intrigue allures you, turning you into a victim of that forsaken place where the buried stories of the past rise to the surface to hunt you. The trees moved by the wind look like living creatures, while you are drawn by the singing voice of a little girl to the very centre of that maze of sadness. She appears before you, standing right in front of what seems to be her grave. It is the soul of a little girl who takes care of her tomb, as if it was her playing room. A little girl, possessor of a gift, whose life was denied and taken from her in the cold gallows, by the fear of magic of her people. All the corpses resting there met the same fate for the same reason. But they were different from the little girl; they were all evil, while she was free of demons. A girl of pure soul condemned to sleep eternally; a soul that will happily show you the way out if you play and laugh with her.