The day is as breathtaking as the beauty in the world, with winds whistling the tunes of nature and wildlife ever so present.

The rays of the sun pierce through a nothingness filled with unseen delicacies relied upon, in confidence, by the captors of the planet.

The beauty patronizes all things foul and festering, yet the essence of negative prana creeps its way into his bubble.

And so the beauty of the world is filtered through his dense cloud of doubt and sorrow, the result is a dull reflection of mother nature.

Bright turned to dim, Ying to Yang. The pleasant sounds of nature which were once nectar have now turned to a sour sentiment of what once was a joyful soul.