It was raining today, a dark shroud of clouds laying the world to rest, but even this cloak of misery could do nothing to dampen the cold beauty of the countryside. Huddled on top of a hill overlooking the glorious vista lay a small, run-down farm. All was quiet here, the farm lay still, as if the world itself had fallen asleep.
The only thing marking out the passage of time was the crisp, chill breeze whistling amongst the trees and the steady drip-drip of rainwater falling from the farm's thatched roof. The only person to witness the gloomy splendor of the day leant against the side of the barn. And his eyes saw no longer saw beauty.
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