The sky is a deep shade of purple, with the sun just beginning to rise. A group of desperation and pain surround the society, engulfing each other in desperation and pain. The limbs bend and turn, forming long, curved shapes in search of a moment of sorrow. The only other senses are the soft rustling of leaves and the clinging of the fingers against the sides of the body. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of life and the slurping of the heart.