Beginnings are endings

This is very emotional. This painting went through a few fazes. At first is was a green field with a clear sky above.. a couple of light clouds hovering over it. Then - a breeze... it's becoming windy. Kites appear in the sky.. oddly shaped and some of them ill colored. They don't belong to anybody. It would seem children are playing in the flied, guiding the kites. But there are no children, and the kites have no strings attached to them. The kites start to feel sick. Their shapes are wrong, their colors are wrong. Suddenly a black creature from the sky attacks one of the kites. Blood spils in the sky. More creatures come attacking the other kites. They are torn apart, eaten... Red and black darkens the sky. Dark colors spil into the field.

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...hush...

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A small blue light begins to shyly shine in the sky. It becomes bigger, but not brighter. A seed starts to grow in the bloody soil. The seed is infected. But it grows. Roots, narrow but long make their way deeper as they twist around each other. A plant grows. It's dirty, full of filth. The plant grows. It doesn't know the story of this soil. The plant grows. A dim light.