After the blackness of night, Sun rose from its sleep, on the horizon, spreading its gold in every direction. It came in a way that natural forces do, not needing an invitation yet feeling welcomed and radiating hope, a new beginning. Another chance to live. The start of a brand new day.
Only an hour ago the blackness was absolute, but now the silver mist was visible. Through the mist, there came a startling band of colours hung in the sky. The rainbow was as vibrant as anyone would've ever seen. But seeing the rainbow only brought sadness for the most.
The ground that had been baked so hard yesterday was now soft due to the heavy rain, Arnold's every step making a temporary puddle of murky water behind, which was made of rain along with blood and sweat of both, the living and the dead.
