Elijah looked around the room puzzled, then Blurted, "Florence, what the hell is going on? And what do you mean about us being characters in a gods game? also, where did you even find such a big canvas?" Florence and the others exchanged glances she was about to speak but a old robust looking men got up then uttered.
"You College kids might not understand it but, This canvas is our future it's our life we are sick of this world…we are done going by our poorly lives.." The man's voice slowly faded as he broke down crying. Florence led the man to a seat and then continued.
"To add to what he says, these people are like a lost lamb in a farm field. they don't have a certain path in life. They might have gotten far, but they have all given up. This canvas is sort of the thing that's keeping them going." Elijah folded his arms and then uttered
