some sort of ethereal beauty radiated but it was the type of beauty that destroyed everything, like an astroid or a star or black hole, pulling them in and leaving it not the same. this was a world where rivers ran some shade of green and ponds reflected a evergreen tint, the trees showing off their red leaves and the shrubs being colored some yellows and purples. night was bright and day was dark and everything seemed a bit backwards but nothing's backwards if it's all you've ever known, don't you know. these rivers and ponds and trees and shrubs were everything in the place, no animals or life, something missing from the picture but it couldn't be said what because there was nothing to remember and nothing to forget because this is all there was and all that was remembered to be and that may be some sort of unholy taboo but no one was there to enforce it.
