004 || [Accidental Video]

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[A girl dressed in an old fashioned white gown sat in the middle of a field with her back to the camera, her dark hair spread out down her back. She was surrounded by lush grass and vivid flowers that swayed in the breeze, turning their heads to drink up every drop of the bright summer sunshine that filled the sky. There was a picnic blanket spread out in front of her, but the objects that littered it - a heart on a silver dish, an antler, an unidentifiable piece of bone - wouldn't be seen at many tea parties.

Without warning, storm clouds - dark and black and menacing storm clouds, like nightmares brought to life - began to grow on the horizon, blotting out the sun. They followed on the heels of a shadowy figure. He didn't have a face that could be seen by ordinary eyes, but the plants wilted and died with every step he took, creating a carpet of grey that spread as far as the eye could see.

He carried a child - a crying and seemingly human child - in his arms. The girl stood, reaching out for the infant, but he vanished before she could catch him, drifting through her fingers like smoke.

The picnic blanket began to burn, taking the blood and the bones with it.]