it was time.
the ground was rotten. covered in old bones and little skulls and bare patches of dirt where nothing grew at all. the fires blazed somewhere behind the red horizon and embers floated down all around like dying fairies. I'd been hearing in the news that people were slowly disappearing into the forest. it was a bizarre collection of faces. I stumbled and felt pipes against my face. maybe I could fall asleep and never have to wake up.
no.
too easy.