Beneath the lush sky, a single Golden Reaper was walking alone.

His steps were heavy, and the usual lightness in his stride was nowhere to be found.

It was as if he were carrying an immense burden, or perhaps as if he were weighed down by all the sorrow of the world, walking slowly with his head down.

The sky was filled with round, candy-shaped clouds that drifted lazily by.

Below, an endless expanse of green grass swayed gently in the breeze.

The grass grew uniformly, as if carefully tended, and stretched to the very edge of the horizon.

Such …