[ the ominous black smoke hung in the air. it was always there. always present. reminding them of their sins from a past life. sins that they did not remember. yet, they would pay for them. every last one. ]
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
