In a mystical land far away ... It was winter, it was a long, hard winter. And it didn't end. The gods wanted to punish us for being lazy, for not worthshipping them. The birds in the skies dies. The fishes in the lakes, the deer in the woods. Then the people began to die. First the little ones and the elderly ... the sick and the weak. There was a neat escape ... a sacrifice. To her we own our lives. This is to remember beautiful Anwen who will never be seen again under the blue summerskies.