One morning during the days of autumn, the mystery of the night slowly faded, as the swarm of tiny floating droplets withdrew from the arrival of the blazing sun. His remarkable power brought life to everything it touched. Leafless trees dressed with creeping vines as though they form a single plant lined both sides of a path. Like a mushroom cloud from an atomic explosion, they cover the sky with their thick branches, weaving upwards, across one another, to reach the very top. On top of them were awoken birds grooming their colorful plumage. Preparing the background music, they stretched their wings, twisted their fluffy neck, looked up, and began chanting in their high-pitched voices.
Ground crunching beneath his feet, a man slowly walks along the boggy road. The soles of his battered leather boots were wrapped with withered leaves and daubed with brown mush. The dangling zip on his loose jacket jingled as it swayed back and forth. His slightly numb hands were in front, holding a bright beaming object. It kept his mind lost inside. His thumbs tapping on its surface like a hungry bird scratching and pecking on the ground
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His stroll was abruptly stopped. His right leg felt damp. He looked down and saw a puddle made by the last night's rain. On its disturbed surface was a reflection of black, scattered lightning striking upwards. The man looked up. His mouth agape as he gazed above feeling their enormousness. Despite their great size, they did not terrify him but rather struck him with awe. The light from the object was gone as he placed it inside his pocket. He quickly leaped over the puddle and returned to his stroll. This time his eyes were everywhere, lost in admiration of the fairytale-like scenery. As he walked, he enjoyed the casual warm caresses of sunlight, blinding him temporarily; and the gently fondling of still fresh air as it wander on his skin and deep into his lungs. He listened to the nature's harmony with the man made crunching