A man wearing tattered clothes awakens lying on the ground next to an oak tree in the woods. No signs of civilization as far as the eye can see. He begins running and approaches a large hallow tree. He walks inside and collapses. He begins having flashbacks of his early days; days of famine and war. His senses come back to him, a shadow comes over him. Looking up he sees a man without a face, a wooden stake emerging from his chest. Weeping over the man's body his tears begin to hit the soil. A wilted flower suddenly blooms.
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