The wind blows the leaves in violent little twitches. I feel my heart skip a beat at the terror, the freedom of this magnificent act of the gods. The beauty of complete chaos in the midst of true conformity. My feelings of passion, or desire yearn to escape in such an act. I feel my love for humanity die a beautiful death, no pain. Just slowly burn out like a candle, and my spirit slowly rise and blow with the winds of the universe.