All of Apeophydos gathered in the keep as the sky started crying at where the leaves dropped into the unknown, it was the funeral of the ones who can never be replaced, it was for the heroes of yesterday who planted a seed in the middle of the shadows where sun can't give her glimpse, it was for the leaves of tomorrow, but it was above all, it is celebration of their life and the times we spent with them yet it was a sweet sorrow, for in those moments of raw and impure pain, as when it feels as if the loving self screams in silent anguish, but in the end there are and will be the memories of the good times that come as blossoming spring meadow.
Every single one of us left a flower that had a wish of hope in it along with the deepest thing they experienced with Acacia and God.