There are places still that reflect what the world had, or maybe still has. I've always been a seer of things like this. I've detested what the lowly have done to the scenery. Affecting even the forest floors with dry, crackling twig and fallen branch. Signs of death still being perpetrated. And the structures and roads of what exists in the impoverished environments all around, evil has made...

And I feel somber and sparks of hope burn off like evaporated raindrops when I sense that what evil has made still hasn't crumbled and souls everywhere cannot see beyond the lowly view.