Wiatt cocked his head at the scene below. It was a river, but it was muddy... there seemed to be no life here... this saddened him. The trees were dead and their branches occasionally fell... the rolling hills were lifeless... dirt replaced the lush once green land... and became torturous to look at. Wiatt clenched his jaw but kept flying.
Silvie looked down sadly at the scenery. It was horrible. So many things...dead and forgotton.