PolluLi

Slytherin waves of impure air flew over the dusted plateaus. Green bleached pieces of rectangular pride which slowly faded into midnights of today. Never known about its future unknown, there it lay in still motion. A squeaked noise rang over; silenced as soon as it was over. There again it battled over the deadly silence of the midnights blossom. Enormous patches of dug ground stood its place, now filled with sand and all its pride buried like unforgotten despair. Life, a monotonous cycle was lost. All beings living or dead were pushed below the pacified surface into the dreadful. Pollution once said to hover over land was now the very air that kept them alive and the very one that killed.