City of Cypress

A sick and twisted town this is. Filled with suffocating stench of flesh and blood. We cannot dwell alone and even in groups it is dangerous. In the course of history, it is happening again and in Cypress it has happened. We must evacuate immediately before the symbolic nature strikes again. It has struck twice today wiping out half the city. It consumed all the habitations of things whihc dwell and some were burnt for beacons. Once the winds of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our breaths stops forever. In rainless skies, the voice of the pines and cedars changes its colors. The attractive countenance like peach and plum blossoms are lost. Everyone who survived will gather and grieve, but to no avail as nothing else can be done. The deceased are carried out to the fields for cremation as the body turns into midnight smoke of ashes. It strikes the young and old with no discrimination. The entire town was but one thought and that was death. A battle with the universe and space resulted in a crash and all was black. this is a seasonless, treeless, herbless, lifeless and manless city. Just one of the many bad results of human tampering with Cypress one might say enough said.