☾ Ghostbur

The sun was already setting, revealing tiny stars that appeared little by little. Faint, weak sobs could be heard in the middle of the forest, near a small steep hill where Ghostbur was, holding the motionless body of his little sheep friend. But why was the sheep no longer alive? Well, Ghostbur had neglected her for a few minutes, and a damn wolf was the one who snatched away his last support. "Forgive me..." he murmured, trying to calm his crying and tightly hugging the lifeless body of the bluish little sheep.