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he does this single move and all the green lands turn white with the falling snow..
he talks, he says something and his voice echos in the never ending lands.
he sighs, he feels lonely but he has the power. it's a playland.
the snow is melting in the morning sun, the green fields can be seen coming from where the sun shines. a long and narrow path of leaves before him. he walks towards the sun. his cold hands start getting warmer as he moves along.
with the minutes he starts running and running, faster and faster, he jumps high and his grey wings tear his clothes off and he flies for a large amout of time heading down the watered path of grass.

he flies alone. he's alone and starts raining..
wind blows.. slowly. his hands get cold again and as the time passes by he doesn't wish to fly anymore. why enjoying pleasures of life if we can only appreciate them alone? he asks.
on a dead tree, he sits. he sees nobody around. desolate space.. what a waste! he says.

feeling alone, he lets the rain struck his cold face and his tears mix with the falling water. nobody notices because nobody is around and rains, rains..
..after some time his tears of sadness become tears of rage. and as long as the rain keeps falling, he keeps crying experiencing all kinds of feelings.
the rain stops, the sun starts to shine in a shy way and as the first beam of light reaches him, he stays he's sick of it and will end the cicle. seconds later he kills himself.

... time passes by and nobody notices he's not there anymore. alone in life, alone in death.

Description
he does this single move and all the green lands turn white with the falling snow..
he talks, he says something and his voice echos in the never ending lands.
he sighs, he feels lonely but he has the power. it's a playland.
the snow is melting in the morning sun, the green fields can be seen coming from where the sun shines. a long and narrow path of leaves before him. he walks towards the sun. his cold hands start getting warmer as he moves along.
with the minutes he starts running and running, faster and faster, he jumps high and his grey wings tear his clothes off and he flies for a large amout of time heading down the watered path of grass.

he flies alone. he's alone and starts raining..
wind blows.. slowly. his hands get cold again and as the time passes by he doesn't wish to fly anymore. why enjoying pleasures of life if we can only appreciate them alone? he asks.
on a dead tree, he sits. he sees nobody around. desolate space.. what a waste! he says.

feeling alone, he lets the rain struck his cold face and his tears mix with the falling water. nobody notices because nobody is around and rains, rains..
..after some time his tears of sadness become tears of rage. and as long as the rain keeps falling, he keeps crying experiencing all kinds of feelings.
the rain stops, the sun starts to shine in a shy way and as the first beam of light reaches him, he stays he's sick of it and will end the cicle. seconds later he kills himself.

... time passes by and nobody notices he's not there anymore. alone in life, alone in death.