Mary
The air was filled with smoke and stunted plants. The whole ground was dotted with stones that you can't even place a foot on the sand. The rose's bloomed and filled the air with pungent sweet smell but Mary could only smell death. The cloud was clouded. She had no better way to describe the cloud which was witnessing this ordeal and remained the same. Not even a tear came down from the sky. She was in pain but it did nothing. The ground was peculiar which Mary loved a lot but as she laid on the
