Tall grasses sway in the gentle midnight breeze, watched over by a careful moon. His innocent face peeks out from thick clouds that stretch across the sky, their dark tendrils clinging to him. The weight of the battle shifts constantly, the moon's bright face smiling down one moment then devoured the next. The stars ally with the moon, their shine piercing the clouds darkness in pinpricks, small footholds of hope. Below, the tall grasses continue to enjoy the breeze, oblivious to the timeless…See More