'There is a little garden with long grass far from here. There are big white stars. There is a crystal moon. There is a big old tree that protects you.'
Virginia cried. She put her face in her hands.
'The Garden of Death', she said.
'Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. To be in the earth with the grass above your head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open the doors of Death's house. Love is always with you. Love is stronger than Death.'