They'd come to this pond for longer than they cared to remember. Eons of broken hearts, lessons learned, aches and pains appearing where youth once was. Some were accompanied by scars and stories no one would believe these days, miracles overshadowed by machines and the hive mind machine of man alike. What a time to decide they'd burst if they didn't share and thus unburden their overloaded psyche, give a little for all the blessings they'd received from the world. Or the Universe. Take pleasure in how their interpretation of the world was received by the few who'd stayed. For their complexity, the people they most interacted with were rather simple. It left them wondering where love had gone wrong. And if not love... what? Surely hate wasn't the only emotion to blame.
