The breeze is calm, but cold.
I can feel the wind crashing against my worn and torn clothes.
I look up: the sky, the clouds, the leaves swaying with that breath of life.
Everything is orange.
Is it autumn?
Doubt overwhelms me, but my body doesn't react.
I don't feel it.
It worries me… though not enough.
Can't feel my body?
It doesn't matter.
I feel nothing.
I am not.
Autumn? Wasn't it summer?
I remember...
What do I remember?
I'm lost.
I breathe. At least I think I do.
I can't move. I'm on the ground.
I'm wet — that I can feel. Looks like it rained.
From here, the sky is split: part clouds, part blue, part falling leaves...
Everything is divided.
Like me.
Then...
Why is it looking at me with such expectation… and yet such sorrow?
What a strange creature.
It's the only thing I can see from here.
And yet, seeing it in distress…
makes me feel sad.
I don't know why.
Strange creature.
I don't know what it is, but it has a majestic presence.
I don't know what it is... and I don't know what I am.
Its eyes seem to know me.
I can't say the same.
But... behind it I see the sky, I see clouds, I see leaves.