#ope:n

❝ I am not all right ❞

             ❝ Eels? That's the last thing I would eat from this world. ❞

        ❝ Autumn is very pretty. It is an opportunity to see the different colours on a single tree ❞ His voice echoes relax and calm as his gaze travels the surrounding. Trees in different blends of orange, red and yellow decors the public park. The cellist gaze down to where their feet rest -- withered and dried leaves from the trees under his shoes. He lifts his heels one by one, stepping onto the dead to create a crispy sound. ❝ Do you hear that? The tune of cracking leaves are so delicious. Have you eaten yet?❞

                   ❝ Are you sure you want to do that?             You wouldn't like the consequence if they found out you did that. ❞

                   ❝ I strongly suggest that you step away from that barricade because I am sure it won't take your weight as kindly as you assumed it to be. Come sit beside me instead.❞