Tears of Heaven

The wind howls strong, as trees bend against their will, their babies blowing off into the open air to be scattered across the void... never again seeing those seeds that were held so close to them, the trees slowly die... only to be reborn again as the Spring shines upon the world. The babies grow up slowly, to one day be big and strong trees on their own. But some of them don't make it. They merely die, or get eaten. And then, there are those very few, that are different. A seed falls into the darkness, taking root in the metal shavings and discarded remnants of a once great city, as it grows in this pitiful soil, twisting and coiling around the broken tools and fallen monuments, creating a grand testament to the cruel world it has grown up in, forever scarred and distorted, a Warped Son of Nature. Angels are crying.1

The oceans tremble, wave after wave of thick salty current sloshing inward, sloshing outward, but always toward land. Faces look upon the the waters, the torrent getting stronger. The tears of heaven fall upon the sea, as darkness shadows overhead. The world moves silently, as its pulse crashes upon the beach. Quaking earth rumbles across the plane of mortality, rippling chaos into the trembling depths. The surf rises, surges out, swelling high and mighty. As it reaches its peak, it suddenly dies, as the once mighty tide crashes into the beach with a final desperate attack... leaving behind its own personal mess. Motionless save for a few desperate struggling movements, a thick expulsion of the sea lays there on the beach, trapped against the thick rocks just under the water. The once great whale, tossed out from its home to die on the chilling earth with the salty wind filling its eyes. Silence, as faces look down upon it, a Forgotten Pawn of Chaos. Children are bleeding.2