The sky is supposed to be blue.

Despite the smoke that billows up from the top of a factory chimney or two, even in the city you can see it's crisp color.

You can still make out the formations of puffy white clouds, natural clouds, swimming above you in the vast blue void. The sky seems very close to us, closer than you would ever believe.

But if you were to reach up higher, higher than that even, you would realize just how small we all are compared to the world.

As tiny as ants. Think about how an ant feels then. How an infinite world is just laying out in front of you, filled with obstacles to take you away from your true goal.

I've never actually thought much about something like that. How small 'small' is. How small I am. How small all of them are.

Do I sound strange? Yes, I suppose I've changed a good amount since this all began...

Since the truth was opened up, I've become something that my family can't identify. But sometimes I wonder if I still remember them like they remembered me, too.

That day...Yes, I remember when that day first began. I was sitting on a park bench, staring at a pile of flowers growing nearby.

I was drawn to those flowers for whatever reason, and I thought they were probably just very pretty flowers. My eyes stared for a long, long time, until I finally glanced up and saw the sky.

The sky is supposed to be blue. But now it had turned grey.