The cobblestone path was part of a magnificent garden; it wound through the clean grass and the jungle beyond. Its reach went on forever reaching to the ends of the earth. It had seen many structures and people come and go but in all its years of being walked on it had never seen such a stout figure. The man was a mysterious figure his face shrouded in shadow. He stood there, a menacing aura surrounding him, He lifted his head. What the floor saw sent cracks through its entire structure. The face encompassed such hatred and malice that it seemed to colour the air surrounding him. This anger had consumed the man transforming his elegant features into something horrifying. It was a purple anger.

The man had walked into a shrouded garden, arches doorways and ferns scattered the grass. The structural monuments sat there. Stern. Emotionless. He walked alone yet he felt watched, he enjoyed this eerie presence that accompanied the tranquil scenery. It was as if the multitude of things in the park were all observing his every movement. Every step he took seemed to create a tremor in the path below him. He enjoyed this feeling.

Slowly he bent over peering closely at a spot on the ground. There was nothing there yet to him it seemed like the world. He reached forward, a cold gale weaved its way through the garden, it was as if the garden was holding its breath. The man sensing something quickly retracted his hand and briskly walked on. At last he sat down at a bench; his arm reached under the bench and emerged with a package. Again sensing the eerie presence the man hugged this package close to him and walked out the garden.

The magnificent garden loomed longingly behind the man it was as if the garden wanted the package. Realising his victory the man turned around and relished his prize before the garden. What emerged from the package was a lush green seedling. Small. Vulnerable. The garden seemed to reach out with its branches pleading for mercy from this cruel man. The man laughed. It was a blue laugh.