Under the vast and boundless azure dome, the expansive mountains stand silent as if eternal.
"Pa, pa."
A teenage shepherd boy, wrapped in coarse burlap, listlessly drives the few lazy sheep at his feet. As the sun's shadow stretches long, and amidst the boredom, his gaze happens to sweep across the distant cliff face.
Suddenly, a glaring crimson seizes his view.
The shepherd boy's heart skips a beat. Hesitantly, he approaches the foot of the cliff, only to find a corpse lying there.
The corpse's tendons and bones had shattered long since grown cold, with large patches of dark brown blood scabs splattered on the bluish-gray rocks. The internal organs had turned into a slurry of rot, appearing to have died from a fall.
"Oh my God!" The shepherd boy gasps, holding his breath, and stretches out his finger to lightly poke. The person is dressed in ordinary cloth, perhaps a city dweller at the end of his rope, seeking suicide.
