A rock. Through the wall of leaves, all that could be seen, initially, is a rock. Vines and trees contort into a sort of safe haven hidden from the world. This haven is a safe but barren one. A garden resides here, but nothing grows. A flat rock sits at the edge of a medium sized lake as both are bathed in the warm summer sun. The grass isn’t tall, pretty flowers don’t bloom, deer don’t stalk, and fish don’t swim. An infertile landscape where nothing lives and nothing moves. All that can be seen is the sun glinting off the water and a lone girl watching from atop her rock. No older than ten, she visits the garden by herself everyday and just sits. Her parents are unknown, where she lives is unknown, why she comes is unknown; she is seen by no one and has no purpose but to sit on her rock and gaze at the lake before her. One may say she's a ghost who has drowned in that very lake, and her longing for life has drained the garden of everything it once held dear. To roam the Earth endlessly, surrounded by nothing but despair; truly a fate more morbid does not exist. Even so, the garden lives on in its peaceful serenity. A silence so beautiful, it could bring one to tears. Where birds don't sing and winds don't whistle, in this dead garden nurtured by broken dreams, everything is calm.