The dull and slightly moist fog drifted softly throughout the landscape, weaving between its residents. The abundant grass bowing against its will to the wind's ever demanding caress, obeying its beckoning call. The surrounding trees quivering in fear for the storm ahead, while hundreds of headstones stood tall, never cowering, ready to take on Mother Nature's new conquest. Each headstone telling a unique story, each filled with its own simple and complex engraving. The authors of the stories lay utterly still, completely quiet, trapped in the inevitable oblivion just below, watching helplessly, hoping that their story is remembered, for if a story is forgotten, the author is truly gone.
