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The End


The crimson sun hung low in the wind swept sky. It’s rays sending off an display of color and light across the clouds. Reds, blues, purples and pinks swirled and mixed through out the sky as if strewn with a paintbrush. A picture any artist would envy. Shadows starched long along the still earth.

They danced in size as the sun changed position on the horizon. A sea of ferns, beneath a forest canopy of trees, swayed slightly in a passing breeze. Oaks, sycamores, and aspens towered high above the ground, stretching to reach the havens with their mighty power. Their leaves quietly calling, whispering. Whispering a sound, a song, to faint to hear.

Circling high above the trees a hawk glided in the steady currents. Taking comfort in their warmth and stability. It swooped and dropped as the air crept along its path.  
    
The air was still. Calmness washed over the scene like a soft breath being blown on to still water. A scant sound of music could be heard, ever so slightly, on the occasional wind, a soothing music, a lullaby, long forgotten.  

Slowly as the sun sank below the mist cover mountains things began to grow faint. As if falling in to a sleep, the world drifted. Like a deep breath of relaxation then falling into the comforting sleep of nothing.  As the light slowly disappeared into the dark the world slowly followed.

A Reassuring warmth blanketed the earth as the remaining faded from existence until all that was left was nothing. The sweet sound of nothing. The sound of nothing after a long day coming to a close.

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