I heard a story whispered once somewhere in the woods--I can't recall where--of a beautiful princess whose heart was filled with an unimaginable sorrow. All joy had left her, and every day she cried and cried. Tears flowed from her eyes like a river, washing and washing rock-strewn banks. Every day her eyes would spill forth the sorrow of her heart, and her wailing could be heard along misty shores and foggy valleys. People began to fear her tears, which raked across their own cheeks, and they covered their ears, trying to blot out the eerie keening. But it was all in vain, for the tears flowed and flowed, and everywhere the land was drowned in dark sorrow.
Until it wasn't. One day, so they still whisper, the princess looked up from her misery. Everywhere she cast her eyes, the world suddenly became green. And she saw the green and knew that it was good. Then with her eyes finally emptied and her soul finally filled, she disappeared on a sunbeam.
