The sky was dark, horrid and filled with the black of deathly shadows. The screams of the unloved, the tears of the dead, broken blood of those who never sought to see the sun rise in the early horrid morning. The pain written on the faces of the people like a book, the grief splattered on the bodies like a painting. The words of love seemingly to no longer exist, to cower in the shadows of the forgotten. None dare to speak to another, knowing the doom that awaits them on the other side of that glass door.

The truth that seems to be hidden yet so in sight. The broken beauty of others hidden and forgotten, all of which seem to still linger in the far back of the minds, but not in the right parts.

The morning, many mornings ago was sun filled, birds singing there gracefully beautiful song, cars driving past as if it were a race to win the world. No fire, no death, no hatred. The morning was bright and beautiful and the days were filled with happiness, but not all things must stay happy, some things must be crushed and killed. And it seems that right then, they needed to be.

The world was set ablaze, set to a high death to all that got in its way, bodies littered the streets of the once bustling city, large buildings down down many of its floors, some even gone from once it was. But not even a living nor dead soul seems to know what has brought such devastation to the world.

You were sitting on the edge of one of the very buildings that once use to be for a massive Business company, along side veul. Not long ago he had saved you from the wrath of flames set to your very home. “I can still see it..the fire. It’s always there, like a scar.” He spoke, his voice light yet filled with a deeper manner. His brown orbs watching over the dreadful city below the broken wall you perch upon. No other living being seeming to be in sight for the miles of miles the very city seems to go.