The white walls have turned Grey and are cracked and in need of repair. The harsh words that were spoken have ceased to matter. The air is thick with the smoldering remains of a long fought battle. Hearts are shattered and the ground is white with the salt of many tears that have been cried. Hope is a wilted flower in a garden bereft of life. No birds sing, only mourning can be heard as sighs of anguish rings out. The world that two people built lies in ruins. All is Ashes and none remain to remember why, or perhaps to even care.