"I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived."
The cold breeze metastasizes through the rainbow of trees. The gentle wind blew to make the trees hustle hum together in harmony. Their melody was not one of happiness but of an overwhelming despair. The clouds loomed over the trees and as to understand the trees' song, cried onto the red planet. Leaves swung to and fro, willing to fall to the world. A sole leaf offers itself to the world below, extending itself as an object of fate, being dropped on the path below for one to decide to walk on by or pick it up. It silently spiraled its way to the ground, falling gently on the lifeless man. The man's body was spread out uncomfortably across the grass. Seeping its way across the evergreen, his blood oozed from wounds. His hair was short and golden, like the treasures