[ IP ] Reflection .

A spectrum of color skim the surface of the shore, trails of toxic radiance head towards the sea, the waters rage against rusty drums emptied of contaminants. A boy gaze at the horizon, black blotches of smoke color the vibrant scarlet of the setting sun. Indifference dimmed his eyes, ignorance of what was, what could've been the reason for apathy. 
 
 It was a portrait he had gotten used to seeing. Elders' recount of greenery, of trees, of flowers, of crystal clear waters, but fairytales now, if they've ever been true. What he would've gave just for the chance of getting to see a plant, a tree.
