The wonderful news came to the nymph. A friend had made a noise in the midst of the night. The confidant had gladly shared the event that shook the nymph’s silence and theirs too. The stranger finally made himself known and reverberated the message. It was clear how the suppression got to that entity’s core. The stranger was in deep denial and the confidant was sure of her thoughts, ever convinced about them that she never hesitated to break the information. It was meant for the nymph.

The nymph seemed unappalled by what she heard but it did cause her heart to pulsate out of nowhere in a tune so familiar yet so distant. The confidant was as loyal as she can get assuring her of the stranger’s attempts to hide away the solitude. He was in misery at the loss of her. She only needs to believe her friend.

But the nymph was suspicious. Surely the stranger could only speak of the truth and no message was in between the lines. There was nothing to hide therefore no underlying meaning could be unearthened from the message. The nymph wasn’t as presumptuous as that. She knows that there had been deceit and hateful disgust that nothing could ever come out of it. That was as terminal as it could get. There was no use for false hopes and foolish speculations. Truths bury the myths and burn the lies. Enough of them had been released from the box. She knew it was time to close it and lock it away where no stranger can feast his eyes on it.