Sublime

I dreamt of him once; he was standing in a snowy forest and speaking to a female child.

Two Eyes was looking out of her bedroom window to see the tree standing happily in the castle courtyard, for in the middle of the night it had pulled its roots out of the ground and tiptoed all the way there to find her.

A song like the echo caught in a seashell one of his tutors had brought him from his coastal travels, or the shimmer of a rainbow after a summer rain, tangled between the hills of the valley where he grew up.

Gretel had heard of the magic flower Moly which screamed when it was pulled up by the roots; could there be screaming bushes as well?