Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.

“ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
[hopefully the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall so they will not be transformed into crystal]”

Well maybe you should cry.
And all of this life moves around you, for all that you claim you’re standing still, you are moving too.