In some incomprehensible and extremely mysterious way, one marsh mavka once managed to turn the head of a young elven lord. His strength and might were very great, but even the Creators of Life themselves sometimes turn out to be powerless before the kisses of Death. The demiurge elf spent only one night with his beloved, and paid with his life for his passion. Mavka unexpectedly got pregnant, and in the spring a baby girl was born. Welle, as the love child of two incompatible forces, came out, if not talentless, then mediocre in everything except her appearance. She can’t kill as easily as her mother, and can’t create new life as her father.
On this picture the rose is created at the top and at the same time it dies at the bottom.