The soft but very audible pulsing sound of an odd, neon light was the only noise of the night. It pulsed like a heartbeat, with the glowing shapes dulling and glowing each time.
Deremiah glanced at the light source for a moment. It was one of the translucent plants, sprouting beside him, but apparently weaker than the rest. He watched it struggle to glow, before flickering like a dying bulb and then turning off completely.
A silent expression was on his face as he watched the outer layer peel off and the plant begin to die.
Everywhere was silent again, the rest of the plants still offering them colorful lights, making the forest look like a cyberpunk city.
Without much in his mind, he turned his gaze to the girl sitting some distance away from him, they were split by the now dead translucent plant.
