Crimson Spider Lily — I

Indistinctly muffled sobs were interspersed with the rushing yet soothing noise of flowing river. The newly sprouted leaves of the towering trees clung to their branches as the mild light of the sun spilled over them, casting their looming shadows on the green forest floor under them.

Since the winter has long since passed, the river and its water was no longer frozen, its flow vigorous as it streamed through the heart of the forest, its water relentlessly crashing and tearing through the rocks scattered throughout.

Even after a long time, the sobs showed no signs of decreasing, the voice turned hoarse yet the grief palpable in their choked misery seemed to only increase as time went on.

The birds no longer chirped, their once joyous trills quietening into silence as they fell into deaf ears with no one to appreciate the sweet quality of their songs.