Emeralds fall from the branches above.

I can hear you…

You do not speak, but you tread

Across the fallen emeralds.

And I hear them break and crack.

I try to avoid the emeralds Beneath my feet.

Even the shards.

Even though they are shattered,

They are still emeralds.

I wonder how long the path prolongs…

Will it end with one more step?

Will it end in 4 million miles?

…

Or has it already ended?

Is there a way to tell?

I look to my feet.

The emerald shards are stuck in my feet.

And a crimson tattoo attaches itself to them.

And it is then I realize,

With green emeralds reflecting in my eyes.

That the path will end

when you decide for it to end.