Suppose I could describe this moment right here. Right now. I would say that the sky was a dark night sky. It was filled with more stars than anyone would count for; if you even tried, they'd call you out of your mind. Insane. In the dead center of those stars is a crescent moon. The perfect spot to rock you to sleep. Like a child.
Below me were leaves. The top of the tree's leaves to be exact. I was reminded of the tree I had woken up in not too long ago. Below these leaves was Lavigne. She held her hand over a small statue made of mud, which turned into a young man.
He had dark black hair and equally black eyes. They held a determined look. He was slightly slouched over, but his head still held high. He wore a white shirt covered in dirt and overalls over them, which were equally dirty and covered in holes.
"Your debt has been finalized. You are free."
He lowered his eyes and spoke with a soft voice. "My wife and children?"
