A field of discarded weapons as far as the eyes can see. Him sitting in a mound of them as he looks out. These weapons were once used in hate, in war and by soldier but now they are dropped and forgotten.
Like him. He is left with the aftermath and has no idea where his path will take him.
What is a soldier withouth a war? Just a lonely man sitting on a hill of discarded weapons.
Francis Pegahmagabow’s eyes open and he sees the stars above.
Each to him seeming like someone he cared about he lost, leaving him the last one standing.
And he cannot help but continue to stare.
