It was only the sole apparition of a life once lost before; beating at his conscious as he slowly woke up as the morning frowned upon another day, only with the same monotony as the night before. Meandering aimlessly through blank indifference and mismatched integrity, where everyone seemed to be following impetuously through the crowded city-streets where the life they sought took its form, it was only the beginning of heartache for only the loneliest of souls, desperately scratching at the surface for the essence of life to cling onto. A young kit, roughly around the age of 10, slowly etched his way past the unwilling compromise that emanated through the crowd, as he paced along the concrete ground looking past the hollow stares that showed only disregard and negligence; crawling with the bitter agony of malnourishment as he wandered around searching for whatever scraps he could find around the city. Only arriving within the confines of the concrete jungle during the night, he slowly ventured around for the necessities to survive, against his honesty and ethics; he slid past the threshold of any attendant supervision, only to steal whatever food was available from any station he could find that was setup around the city. As he aimlessly circled around the streets, he covered himself with new clothes under his old attire, waiting for the attendant at each door to pass by, as he slid unnoticed and unscathed in and out of the door with new apparel, but more anxious in compensation of the crimes he committed. It was with this, he etched his way across the map of the city, only to lead to outskirts of the city, the same way where he came in. As he slowly paced his way towards his home, an abandoned lodge that was centered in the woodlands, but with a fair amount of structural damage that was still inhabitable; nonetheless, he anxiously waited to arrive back to his serene house that was in close proximity to a nearby beach. The atmosphere was one that was private, with not much attention onto the calm and collected nature that was present within the woods, but with its downside, it felt as if it was only reserved for the young kit and no one there to embrace the stunning tranquility of its presence. The ambiance was vivid with lush green coverings of the trees, with an azure sky that shined through the canopy of the leaves falling with no care at all, one of which, the place was adept for being able to collect your mind, with the slow gentle sounds of the waves crashing upon the shore with a peculiar balance between such extremities, a peaceful force that could be etched into your mind at first sight of it. In all its grand naiveté, there was an acute loneliness that emanated throughout such an admirable place; this only exasperated the integrity of the young kit, as he opened the fragile door to his broken asylum. In a brief moment, he placed down his new possessions upon his bed and exited as quickly as possible, only to head towards the calm crashes of the water, as it gently washed upon the shores and brought new life back into the present day. It was in such a state that the young kit ushered his self past the paved way that led up to his house, and directly to the cutoff in the forest, where he could break through the trees and reach the sandy shores, where he could calmly collect himself throughout the day…