- Ghost Echoes -

The crows patrolling the edges of the horizon, tending to the nature of things. In the distance, you could hear their message.

But this field belonged to him, the one who would not and could not hear them over the roar of his machine. Dismissed as a nuisance, he plowed on till nightfall. Now, vacant and as stripped of life as the soul of those he serves. 

Tomorrow is Sunday. He will rest, yet the transformation of life will begin again with the return of the black bird from the other side, carrying his warning for us all. Listen now.