Sound, it is everywhere. Inside and out, there is no escape.

The wind danced through the trees behind the lone figure, making it's music as it passes through the leaves. Birds, inspired by the wind, sang a song together, sending trills echoing all around.

The figure had her hands clamped over her ears, rocking back and forth to her own heartbeat. Around her neck hung a pair of headphones, black and retro, it's wires leading down into the depths of the dark green, almost black, trench coat, custom-made to tightly fit her body. In her mouth lay a glowing cigarette, smoke drifting lazily up past her closed eyes and crimson colored hair hanging down to her jawline.

The woman opens her brilliant green eyes, taking her hands from her ears at the same time. With a slight frown of disappointment, she falls backwards, landing on her back and gazing at the cold, blue sky. Sunlight glinted off the small ring in her left nostril and the man buckles on her coat. She crossed her booted feet and threaded her hands behind her head, blowing smoke into the air.

"And life begins anew."



Fuck editing.