Mr Bear can at least see now where he is walking to with the help of a few tears.
The world seems grey and bleak. Cold sharp winds are blowing and it hurts his pelt.
Mr Bear walked along a dark path in the shadow of the mountain. "Oh, how I wish for sunlight again..." he thought. Dry tongue he walks on in the pain the wind brings. Something so normal to him but something no single living creature can ever get used to.
He starts climbing the path and he struggles. His cloak is tattered, his pelt bruised, his eyes squinting and focused not to look to the sides and being drawn in by the human villages he has encountered many times.
With his paw clutching his torn cloak he grabs unto a branch nearby to help him stabilize as he ascends, yet the branch breaks and he falls to the ground. Laying on the ground and mumbles "Bunny... Mr Bear is sorry... Mr Bear feel so weak... I need a good friend right now..."
Somehow the wind sounded like a little whistle from a little gnawing creature and Mr Bear stood up once more as if that sound gave him purpose. Whether it was real, or just his imagination, he felt happy to have heard it.
As Mr Bear stood up, he drew the cloak around his shoulders and stumbled onward. The path seems to be getting steady and almost seems to be going downwards again. He can see a green forest from this view. A colour long gone that Mr Bear has not seen on many journeys. Mr Bear sighs.... a little tear and a smile escaped briefly but was retracted...
"The world is not a nice place... I do not belong there. I want to heal, I want to feel what I thought was never real. I want to let go of the pain I felt so long. I want to find something I've needed all along: somewhere I belong"
Mr Bear took a heavy step forward and felt a sharp pain that caused him to fall down and he kept on falling... Mr Bear realized too late he is falling down the side of the mountain.... all went black.
