She packs her bags, all of her most cherished possessions on her back. Anything else can be left behind for the queen to come. She has lived her life as queen, she is ready to seek a new purpose in the mountains and trees. She says her farewells, wipe the tears from those she

has grown to love, and offers a prayer to any and all who would hear her words one last time. She was born in the wild, and she will die within its embrace, whenever that may be. She is watched as she passes through the gates and is enveloped by the veil of fog. She is home.