In the stillness of the forest, she rests in the middle of the pond, her gaze fixed on that pale spot reflected in the water.
The full moon shines, and the stars flicker on the surface. In front of her, a frog watches, waiting.
He has no cards; nor does he want any game other than his own. But he insists. If she were to kiss him, if she granted him that redemption, he could become the prince he claims he is destined to be.
-But then, what would be my prize? -she asks.
-If you win my game, you will be my princess, no longer just a “common swan”
With a soft smile on her lips, she shows him her cards. She will not play this game.
-Sometimes the loudest voices are silent and are heard within. From ancestors you never met, their paths transmuted into you.
