The sun was only starting to rise, and it painted everything slightly pink. The snow, still untouched by morning, was blue with night under the tree, and the tips of the trees looked like they were catching on fire. There was no wind, and most of the animals were still asleep. No matter how hard he looked, there was no one but him in the world right now. Only the snow, the morning and the vast, endless forest sprawling in front of him, the waves of its branches swaying. The thought did not bring any particular feelings - he was simply there, letting the world fill his dark, blank eyes with its vivid glow. The light shone, but never touched anything but his surface.
Ogata basked in the morning glow, watching the sun rise slowly, letting the last vestiges of his dream fall away and crumble somewhere deeper within his mind. He leaned against the trunk of the tree, relaxing somewhat, and closed his eyes for a second. There was no gunfire or screams or smoke - only the pinkish glow kissing his eyelids and the silence covering him, along with the rest of the world, like a blanket. Branches shielded him from any outside threats, casting the softest of shadows on him. Ogata exhaled and felt his body deflate. The last thing the night took before escaping from the morning was the sniper’s consciousness - he was sleeping dreamlessly in the tree, with its branches protectively coiled around him. When his consciousness was fading, Ogata smiled slightly - no wraith would get him here.
eh... i dont kneow.... just a snippet i still like, from a thing from 2 years ago, not betad or anything. truly just ogata chilling in a tree
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