Now

  Now '' Maybe now, everything can be put right... ''

 -   Gone Everything was gone, in pieces, shattered, dead, burned, and so much more. The destruction was everywhere, evident in everything, everyone. The world was once more a blank canvas, ready to be re-painted by the souls of the lost. Everything would be made new, moulded from clay.

In her gaze, were the reminents of the Lost World. The leafy green that used to be displayed in the elegant trees that dappled the lands, the leafy green that used to be seen in the bushes that flooded the forests. Maybe she was the Lost World, reborn into something... Different.

TBC