An acre of green Fields with blossoming grasses. The knee length tall grasses wavered in the winds, like spirits dancing to the will of nature. Underneath the summer weather, the smell of freshness and nature permeate through the air, at a speed that was almost visible, dyeing the atmosphere with a transparent green gas. The colours on the green grasses couldn't look more vibrant either. They held that thick green colour that signified abundance of life.
But where was this life coming from?
A few hours ago, this field was sucked off it's life force, not only did the vegetations wither but even the floor sustained chars like it had been burnt up by fire. To get this land to grow even the smallest bud of flower again, it would take years and years of nurturing, since it had lost all the energy for growth. If that was the case, what were they looking at before their eyes?
