Shattered glass frames the sky obscured by the leaves of the trees before me. Light bleeds through, peeking between branches and leaves, a bright orange. Above that, deep purple.

Sun is setting, back behind the tangled mess all around me.

Almost don't want to move, but I do. Eyes first, head follows to examine my surroundings. The wreckage of a motor vehicle. Looks familiar. Interior mostly grey, littered with red specks varying in size.
Frame partially caved in. Hood crushed, bent inwards.

Feel nothing, save for the wave of emotions that hit me all at once.
Fear. Anger. Sadness.
Helplessness. Confusion.

Confusion.

Would say it hurts to think. Not physically, though. Eerily numb in that department. Mentally. I don't know. Hard to explain.

Close my eyes, but still see everything.

Get up, passing through the door and stumble out onto the mat of leaves and sticks nature has graciously lain out for me.

Fall to my knees, and struggle to breathe.
Nothing.

Fear.
Confusion.

Stand, with difficulty.

Eyes drift upwards, aiming at the sky above me. Can already make out the faint stars in the evening light.
The sun slowly slinks off behind the planet, and I am left alone, with the stars and the moon.
Thin clouds drift across the sky, covering the floating rock, dimming and creating a glowing halo effect around it.

Exhausted. Mentally.
Still numb.
When does this wear off?

Annoyance.
Anger.

Small flash catches my eye from the corner of my vision. Firefly zips across line of sight and disappears off behind a tree.
Haven't seen one of those in years.
Another lights up before me. And another. Before I know it, I'm surrounded by them. Flying little green orbs, swooping around me in all directions, seemingly aimless.
Beautiful.

Turn around to face the wreckage I crawled out of. Quite a mess. Man in driver's seat looks familiar, through all of the blood and glass covering his face.
Shards protruding like jagged crystals, occasionally twinkling under the moonlight.

Approach.
In his hands, a crumpled piece of paper that reads "I'M SORRY" written in thick, black marker. His other arm, snapped, hand still clutching the wheel, splintered bone piercing thin layer of flesh.
Blood is fresh.

.......
What did you do?
Just what in god's name did you do?

Above and behind the heap of junk metal and fallen nature is a destroyed road guard.

What have you done?

Anger.
Fear.
Bewilderment.

Confusion.....

Fireflies get thicker, and I back up into a creek.
Expect to feel the water splashing my feet. Instead, I feel nothing.

I hear laughing, giggling off in the distance.
A woman singing.
Crashing, screaming, crying.

Warmth washes over me, a warmth I can't describe.

Trying to breathe.
Sinking slowly.
Vague sense of stifling, suffocation.

The creek isn't this deep...

Right?

Why do I keep...?

People talking, talking loudly and consistently as if I were in a crowded area such as a cafeteria, or a stadium of sorts and everyone's talking, talking but I can't understand it and I feel anger, I feel confused, I feel sadness, I feel desperate, I feel frantic, but most of all I'm so confused, so confused it hurts and I can't seem to think properly, can't seem to breathe, can't seem to gather myself. I can't even remember who myself is, I can't remember anything. I remember vague snippets, pictures, images that I can't put context to. Feelings I can't define. Emotions that escape me.

Looking up, reaching for the sky, the black slate riddled with stars as I sink into the earth beneath me. The stars dim, and the moon goes out. Darkness falls upon everything, and the only thing left for me in the abyss, is the fireflies, flying around in circles above me, almost if they were dancing, celebrating.

The earth consumes me, and they disappear, too.

Emotions that flood me are replaced with a single feeling I find hard to place. Contentment.

Though it may seem....

All is not lost.....

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