With the words of progression, as mucus was being swallowed, he exhales. With the steps forward, towards tomorrow, he walks on a chipped, cracked pathway. Casually placing his foot onto the speckles of moss, he continues his journey. Although the sun is glaring onto his skin, the trees block the bright gaze from his eyes. Going downhill, the path gradually gets easier, and with each step he walks more at ease. However it is a breezy day, and the grass turns towards him, the branches no longer idle. Ignoring the sunlight, he walks faster, on the path with shriveled, dried vegetation now being laid out before him. Running towards his rushing breaths as to catch all of the ones excerted along his journey, with all of his energy he runs alongside the breeze.
The false cracked rubble foundation of the stone path which continued under his feet. With his attention seduced by the distracting view, he never realized where he would find himself, or what he was looking for.
Among the entirely broken, dispersed path, lays an eternity of the earths rich blood, as if holding a graveyard for itself. Only after coming to a small puddle, it's depth confides the eye from the surface, with just the sight of a stone fossil.