It was always super nice just taking small walks when the world is silent. Falcia never ceased to disappoint me after all these eons of hiding. The smell of wet grass, the shining stars… it was perfect. Then it became less perfect when I tripped over something.

“WHAT THE?! OW!”

When I looked back, turns out this little pesticide was a person. I crawled over; curiosity getting the better of me. They looked dead… so I did the reasonable thing and slapped them awake.

“ARE YOU DEAD?!”