Blanck Painting

The house was isolated from everyone. Was small but welcoming. Withstood every storms and typhoons, every corrosions and destructions. The small house called the voyagers, the lost, and the most bold children that wanted adventures on the forest. Build just with wood, could tell one story, or two, or more, just if it could simply talk. On the top of the mountain, you could see the infinite world that it didn´t know, but could still tell its stories, because it was on that hill, on that lands and on that house, where the memories and the stories was forgotten and abandoned. There was a time when people went there to forget someone who had died, to forget a passion, and pray for those lost memories. After many centuries, all that tradicion died with the memories, and the house, alone and abandoned for the people, continued its search for unwished memories. Inside the small house, there was a wooden bed, where an old woman who everyone called "The Queen of Memories" had once slept on. The wood of oaks and pines predominated inside. A large and robust wardrobe, a table, two chairs and a cooking stand. Outside, after advancing about twenty meters to the North, where the small door looked out over the infinite forest, you reached a well, where the water never came ran out and sometimes overflowed when the rains became more intense. It froze on the coldest days and evaporated on the hottest days. However, it was never empty. If, instead of going North you turn East, advancing half a mile, you could reached a bridge of wood, also with many stories to tell, there you could contemplate a beautiful and crystalline lake, and the legends told that was the lake of the bad memories, the lake that never freezes. In the west of the house, you could see a huge forest, and after what looks like a mile and half to south you could see the rest of the remaining infinite world, on a cliff thousands of meters deep. When completed its eight hundred years of rest, the time don't hurted its structure and give it one new destiny, doing to it's lonely life a end. On a frozen night of winter, when the fog was very dense and the snow falled fast, making it impossible to have a good view, a young girl with only fifteen, welcomed herself in its interior. Her life before her going to that hill turn into in secred, in the inside of her memories and soul, keeping the young girl more than satisfied when faced with the small but protective house. It welcomed her with open door, ready for hide her from the rest of the world.