<span style="color: #FFFFFF"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">A</span> gentle breeze flowed past, on what seems like a early summer morning. It rippled the rows of brown-and-green flowers, which seemed to spread out seemingly endlessly in all directions. In the distance a small town could be seen, if any had cared to look. However most did not look- for spread out in different spots of the flowery field were the only people around to look, and all of them had eyes closed. Well, there was one who had eyes opened- A young boy with bright green eyes bumbled along in the flowers, tapping the ground with a narrow stick and whistling a nonsensical tune as he went. The flowers reached up to his waist, and as he strolled through them he seemed rather ignorant of the many bodies around him- that is, until he accidentally prodded one with his stick.</div></span>