The colors, the bright beautiful colors. And the people, their happy faces staring at me with intent. The smiles painted on their faces suddenly look pained and artificial. The trees melt away and turn to darkness. Now the only colors are the people's bright clothes and pained smiles. One small girl, in particular, is standing towards the front. She wears a simple pink dress with a bow at the waist. She looks directly at me and smiles. Her eyes are a brilliant green and she has long blonde hair adorned with flowers. Everything about her is sweet and innocent. Until I notice her eyes, as they fill up with inky black color, masking the beautiful green. The little girl falls to her knees, the baleful smile still on her face.
