Mary, Mary, Mary…Corbin wrapped her fingers around my chin and pulled my head back so that I could look her in the eye. Her eyes were open like someone was pulling on them, her body was filled with energy yet her soul was obviously tired. "Corbin…" "Yes?" "How are you feeling?" "Well, what about you?" "Good." She dug her nails into my skin, just enough for her to emphasize her point without hurting me. "Actually, I'm feeling kinda sick." Her finger dug deeper into my skin as her eyes widened. "Do I look sick, Corvin?" Why does she keep saying my na- She jumped away from me and smiled.
"Look around us. It's beautiful isn't it? The light green grass…and nothing else. It's beautiful yet I can't point out what's so beautiful about it. I guess that's how life is…Too bad my favorite plant isn't here." I stood up from the swing and walked up to her. "What's your favorite plant?" "Jericho. They're so disgusting it's almost beautiful. Even if you give them little care, they'll always come back to life. It really makes you think "What's the point?" What's the point in reviving something that's seemingly born to die. What's the point…"
A loud screech from a crow rang through my ear and suddenly everything was floating and white feathers were slowly falling down. The saturation of the world was brought down to zero. I stood up and touched a feather and with that, I found myself back in bed. I looked around only to see myself back in the castle, with Corbin laying in bed. What the hell just happened?