Ouroboros Spine Here where memories reside

Streams of sunlight danced through the golden and red leaves of the autumn Grove, pouring onto her red face. The vibrance of her upper half and bright pale of her underside... Her pelt was like the burning sun shining down on a fresh morning snow. 

He couldn't help but to stare. I am. He said only, finally bringing himself to turn away and out into the grove. It was an open forestry, with plenty of clearing to bask out in the sun as they did now. At the other end, the forest met the waters of the lake. Here in this forest, spirits of their ancestors whispered through the trees.