Muuzariel

Part One: Gift Autumn leaves pitched about in the wind like falling rain soaked with dyes of copper and crimson. The shriveled foliage settled on the last remaining shoots of grass quietly, a seasonal carpet to mark the passing of time. Feet pounded the black asphalt pathways as joggers fought to get in a last minute run before the snowfall. The metal playgrounds swarmed with children, venting out their energy before the long hibernation state winter brought. Across the sidewalk from the playground, a solitary wooden bench sat in the chill, it’s only occupant staring off into the sky. The boy, who looked no older than eighteen, tugged