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The night was quiet. Bereaving thoughts and mindless actions had taken place not too long before he'd end up here. Vincent was desolate..., blood dripped down reopened wounds as his eyes froze, fixated on what was in front of him. Mountains, hills, trees, flowers, and grass covered the initial landscape. A picturesque forest given the sun shone, however now, blanketed in the somber tint of night, it stood motionless and deceased. There was no movement in the being, he stood tall overlooking the terrain as if he were a crane himself, a guiding wraith to the dead of the night. If anything could be said, it would be the fact that there was nothing left now. Any touches of life seemed shortfallen to and from him. The earth between his toes was nonexistent, all flora and fauna would curl and fade away with a blink of an eye, abandoning behind nothing in its wake. Solidary and without tranquility is what it'd be called; absolutely nothing worth accounting for. All light had been drained