Marie Metso

"With your hand on my lower back, we deviate from the prepared route, leave the group and navigate through the crashed shelves. Here in the darkness you stop, just as we get out of the flickering light from the lamps hanging off the roof at odd angles. I stop next to you. I don't know what to expect might happen next.

Hadn't Kazimiera heard that it was dangerous to give away your name to unfamiliar and undressed women? On her way through the forest, Kazimiera comes upon a clearing. A beautiful woman, wearing nothing other than the flaming waves of her hair, brushing against her naked skin, is floating in a stream.