The dead bee
Suddenly, I took a picture of the dead beast his wings were like serrated rocks. How had this happened? His eyes were crimson and rounded. The sun shone on it's eyes like a ball of schorching fire. I looked into some dark blue boxes which liked like a tranquil, glistening and sapphire blue sea. Inside, was rose red pink clothes and a purple rucsack to carry things that you put on your back. At the bottom of the blue box the was murky dust which smelt horrifying. I was wearing a white suit which was horrible in this weather.