1. Faded Footprints
The pale snow was imprinted with the trail of paw prints, but strangely, not evenly spaced. But wobbly and unbalanced. But what was stranger yet was snow seemed to be walking. And that's not even to mention the two yellow dots in the snow, stranger and stranger. Whistling wind twirled around the merciless wasteland, no friend to Human or otherwise. Voices of Nature seemed to listen in silence to it's tune. But, it was then that a voice seemed to whisper to the window. 'They say there's no such place. As Paradise.' The whistling then stopped, and only the voice remained. 'Even if you search to the ends of the Earth, there's nothing there. No matter how far you walk, it's always the same road. It just goes on and on. But in spite of that. Why am I so driven to find it?'
The voice was weakening more and more, agony, pain and suffering tainted in it's throat. 'A voice calls to me, it says: Search for Paradise.' The yellow dots in the snow closed. It was then that the Legends of Paradise seemed to becoming real, in spite of Humans demanding everyone else to think that it wasn't. And a well known fact, had been killed, like what the fact itself was. Extinction hadn't taken them yet.