I sit there in a place full of darkness, a broken dream. Dark black clouds took over the blue sky above. Lush green grass shriveled up into dust. Trees that used to be rich with luscious green leaves were wrinkled up and ghostly. I sat there, drawing saddening pictures in the dust before me. A single flower poked through the cracks a little ways away from where I sat. A cold gust of wind blew the dust up like a wave and came crashing down on the innocent plant. My eyes grew colder with every passing moment, full of anger, hatred, and pain. A raven swooped down and then back up into a tree, blood trickling from his beak. He let out a deafening