Tall orange grass covers the earth beneath the scorching sun. A man is standing taller above the grass, his gaze turned to the skies where thin clouds barely survive, covering a part of the merciless god. The god of the slaves, their suffering, their hope, their fate. The man lowers his gaze, looks around himself, many more stand around him, they are all separated by equal distances, their faces turned towards their god. They are calm and without any sign of feeling, yet the man knows that they are asking for salvation from the ruler of the skies, praying for it with all their being. Nothing moves, not the people, not the grass, not the clouds, no wind, except the giant man. He tries to walk, his arms are trying to open up a path to move within the orange field. It looks painful, every touch leaves its mark on his body, spilling red blood on the orange. His arms full of cuts, his clothes being torn apart, yet he still walks, faster than before, he has to get out of there.
He starts running, the tall grass opens up in front of him like he's a boat spreading out the ocean. Passing by the people oblivious to him, bumping and throwing them around if they are in his way. While he's running, the sun is coming with him, making it's way to the horizon where it will set for the day.
Suddenly with no warning, the giant stops in his tracks, hesitating to move on. After a second, he moves his bloodstained arm forward to get the orange razors out of his way... They reveal a young man, in pain, his suffering can be read from his face... He's holding half of his arm and the rest of his limb is lost within the tall grass. The giant man stands there motionless, scanning the boy. Though the sun does not wait for the giant, quickly moving towards its rest, the sky is getting darker by second. When the giant realizes that the sun is getting away, he throws the boy out of his way, like the rest before him, he has to reach the sun. The sun is increasing the distance, the man is exhausting all his power, cutting the razors in front of him like a tornado within the orange field, but he can not reach it... He watches his target while it sinks into the grass. With a flash the god sets, leaving the world around the man totally dark. A few more weak steps, the man collapses and is lost within the field.
A yellow flower is within a vase on a stand next to the sleeping man's bed, behind it is a closed window. It was all peaceful and silent a second ago, then the alarms set off, the equipment and the screens surrounding the man started to blink with red lights.
