Literature
The ilusion of the green
The snow landed slowly and shyly, flake after flake on the forgotten and lifeless land, without any further use anymore.But after so many years that could have erased any sign of life, that had lived in that hill, now covered in darkness and in ashes, painful memories that would make any person, very possibly want to end it's short existence, hunted now a long forgotten soul.
Only the few trees that were left behind, knew the truth behind that mask, that the melancholical liar kept inside after all this time. Only that hill alone, almost forgotten, knows what happened to the surviver many years ago.
Slowly the hill is reborn from the ashes