Green spotty beats fills the air as the patterning feet rise and fall.
The ground is nothing but a path they are making and all around them is a green void of life.
The void seems to follow and never retreats, some are scared.
They learn and observe the flora with white eyes devoid of the green. They have left the green behind, not because it was a burden or a load, but because they had to.
They observe the growth and observe the withering. Fasinated by the most odd things. White follows, the iris doesn't exist and the green, well, it follows and observes right back.
They are safe.
