A peculiar landscape.
The sun is shining and it’s pouring rain.
The tree, half alive and half dead, stands alone in the field.
The background entirely made up of intense green leaves
with those protruding ghostly arms beckoning his fate.
The man wearing all white faces away.
A world of irony he aspires to leave behind.
It’s bravery that makes him change when the rest of the world does not.
He has no perception of the isolation that will devour him, terminate him.
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