MeQuot

It was a cold, gray morning, chaos within the city while civilian neither walk past by themselves or sometimes sneezing from the intense cold, nothing compared to the unwanted company of civilians like the solitude of usually empty forests or parks, with the sound of leaves normally colliding between each other or between static objects, static objects? Why am I sensing one right next to me?

...Oh

What a surprise, a marvel almost to notice the presence of a being of friendly appearance, but emaciated, as if it had seen better days than what can be seen, of its shy and grieving being

He seemed to be shaking, almost screaming in pain with every movement he made, but the surprising thing is that even with all that pain, he seemed to be trying to find peace to console his damaged being, condemned to immortality, The creature slowly seemed to sit down in a cluster of dried flowers and leaves as a little of the blood from its chest stained the delicate petals, oh poor soul, it seemed to be a person of a mind so innocent and kind.