On the green grassland, a white tombstone was quietly facing the breeze. There was no word on it, but it was filled with years of vicissitudes.
A young man stood silently in front of the tombstone, compassion and relief filled his eyes.
One man and one tombstone stood opposite to each other, not moving even an inch. They let the wind and grass around them move, as well as the rise and setting of the sun. After many days and nights, the tombstone was still standing on the grassland, and the man had not moved. It was as if he was to stand there forever even if it was the end of time.
The arrival of an unexpected guest finally broke the silence there.
