Memorium

In one of the valleys hidden between clefts of autumn hewn and radiant green leaves is a quiet place of perpetual light mist cut by sunlight tracing slow patterns across the moss and grasses. Dew hangs from the young leaves of indivudal sugar maple saplings scattered valley casting small sparkling beads of light between rows of white crosses. Rows upon rows of crosses. Amongst the saplings lies this forest of simple white. They stretch across every point of open space, every hill, every knoll, from one end of the valley to the other in stately silence. Each one would bear a name and an age but some instead simply read: "This honored comrade's identity rests with God". For a world known to be filled with near immortals the ages read woefully young.

In the center of all this sits a slightly larger cross with the simple form of a wolf lying in sad, patient watch at its base. On the front it reads: "You left us too soon child"; on the back: "Our future is better by your sacrifice". On the cross if one looks closely the initial "ACP" and the number "0" can barely be made out.