There
once was a girl who lived in a small house in the woods.
There once was a boy who lived in a small house at the edge of a town.
The ghost came to her one day at a time where her spirit had all but faded from the world and restored her to her former strength.
How he found this house or why he chose to dwell in it remains a mystery.
She did not know of his presence.
Here he found pleasure and contentment he had not known previously.
The girl carried on in this way, living a simple life sustained by, though unaware of, his presence.
The boy felt his every movement aligned with an echo that rang out through an otherwise silent story of time.
She drew an energy from this house and she hoped to never leave it.
He felt breathing the air of this place was like bathing in untouched history.
Her gardens flourished every Spring and her fires stayed warm every winter.
The boy lived a life of wonder and enlightenment.
Bound by the same time that separated them by a century.
No one ever knew of the intertwined lives that dwelled in this house,
though two souls, generations apart, found each other within its walls.