A group of four people embrace, with one choosing to be witness.
Darkness
A Place Of Sadness
A Moment · Long Lasting
Courage
Trepidation
. . .
My eyes, red with tears...
The last of your kind. You are no more. Lost to the memory of this place I know as home.
Once you were so many.
My kind, through waste, through careless want, through time we failed. My kind, through conflict, wealth and ease, turned our backs on you, our neighbour, more beautiful than I will ever know.
I want to see you now so that your death is burned within my heart for all my days. From this I will forge my love for those who still remain.