A figure in this streak-less darkness,

coming forward to another,

this figure stands facing the other,

not looking away but yet wishing it could,

the other laughs with more malice than thought possible,

the original figure flinches and starts to turn away,

knowing full well that it could not run,

the other is instantly in front of the original,

they stare intently at each other,

the original closes its eyes in sadness,

the other laughs once again in anticipation of the upcoming struggle,

the other starts by punching the

original in the face,

the original falls,

the other looks at the original

and is unfulfilled,

the original opens its eyes,

the other is stunned,

the original stands up and leans in towards the other

and whisper's "Peace" and walks away.