We woke to ice. I had heard it in the night, but being dis-used to the sound, I simply filed it and let slumber reclaim me.
It is nearly gone now, but gloom remains. It makes me pensive, gives space for rumination, indulges me in retrospection.
There are those of you who have been expecting this letter. Others may be shocked. So be it all.
I must, before I continue, give warning.
The Green Lady is dead.
She will not carry forward in a capacity other than URL, or perhaps legend, but that may be self-indulgent.
I come to you as myself. No persona to hide behind. No mystical story.
My name is, and always has been,
Elyssa.