He walked up to a cliff. His feet brushing against the coarse ground as he paced. His eyes looked beyond the cliffs and saw a desert of dry dead plants, where no animals inhabit, where no man would want to wander within.
The wind blew against his chest, as if whispering a silent song to him. Slowly, steadily, it pushed against him. Gently, it brushed his hair, as if comforting him.
He stared into silence, into the void land, into the skies. Nothing seemed to bring enjoyment anymore. He felt void. He felt silent. He felt... depressed.
Nothing could put a smile on his face anymore. The wind tried to push his lips upward at each end, but failed. All his eyes saw was lost, despair, emptiness.
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