Words.
At first, all I see are words. Then I see through the beautifully arranged letters to see something the opposite of beautiful. A thousand souls look on me, their innocent eyes all asking one question as they fade away: "Why?"
They'll never know, because they can't. I saw a penguin standing alone in the middle of the forest, tears welling up. Her wand was out and a shaky flipper held it tight.
Alone. All alone. Someone, or anyone could have-
