The spirit of Iseult cries to the wintry fogs, “Will my Tristan come to me?”, the hazes part and a whispery being moves to take her hand, she recognizes her love in his spirit, she speaks to him “Here you are after the longest time, haven’t you been patient as well?” to which Tristan replies, “Waiting for my beloved is farther than time” they then iridescently sway with each other as the rose and bramble briar are undying for their love.
