Plenty personalities in one. Souls trapped in thrail. Like a dying flower, everything fades away. You want to stop it, but it keeps going. The sand clock is getting smaller. The clouds became darker , the rain began. Leaf after leaf, everything is gone only the tree's skeletons are left. A bird tried to sing, but only a faint echo was heard. An echo, filled with so many emotions. An echo that no one heard or understood.