Tristan is sleeping now. Hindi sex Weak. The path is steep and narrow, treacherous and wet. The half dead break apart and halves of the one come together in mutilated form. The Queen herself, as she looked when she was human, with leather wings, descends from above, where she has been resting, watching–watching Tristan from the beginning. The path is steep and narrow, treacherous and wet. Reason–the same woman he now pursues wrested his years ago. Those who had fallen. Together they hit the high ceiling. Before she can slip away, using his own reason against him. The closer the bodies, the more human they appear. Tristan is sleeping now. He will not release. Why so afraid of little old me…dearest Queen… Our one life, folds within the book of death, Tristan thinks. He must not look down. A voice beckons from where hung the spider:…Come to me…
That voice…was it her?
