C404 The World Had Changed

A cold figure sat quietly under a willow tree, regardless of the weather, whether it was cloudy or round.

He quietly sat under the tree branch, his eyes staring blankly at the vast sky.

The grass growing and the birds flying had nothing to do with him, and the people coming and going had nothing to do with him.

A blade of grass extended to his arm, and a crack appeared on his forehead