The wind whispered its mournful requiem through the whispering grass, a fitting melody for the tragedy that sprawled before them. Daisy, her skin pale as moonlight, lay nestled in the earth, Lear beside her, their final slumber woven together in the tapestry of loss. Falcon and Aurelia, wings bowed like wilted flowers, stood vigil, their hearts echoing the desolate sigh of the wind.
They couldn't save Daisy. The serpent's poison, insidious and cruel, had claimed her light before they could reclaim it. The victory, hard-won and bitter, tasted of ashes on their tongues.
With numb hands, they laid the earth upon their friend, each clod a eulogy whispered against the canvas of the sky. Their tears, silent and heavy, were the only offerings they could give, tiny constellations of grief etched onto the stone that marked their passing.
