At the end of it all, what awaits but a veil of the unknown at the precipice of life's observable cliffhanger. A shade stands as they ponder many times whether to dare another glance back or plunge into the sky. We think often that flowers on the precipice are beautiful because our fear makes our feet stop at it's edge instead of stepping into the sky like that flower.

Rest in Peace alongside the Tarnished Gold so coveted by memories lost only to the unwary.

Had a rough time with this one as it was a serious goodbye to someone I care about deeply.

Frank is my Character

C ya