He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. He brushed it off and continued to cut down his trees.

L

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. He brushed it off and continued to cut down his trees.

E

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. He was confused. He brushed it off and continued to cut down his trees.

S

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. It looked so real. It couldn't be, it was winter. He brushed it off as his imagination and continued to cut down his trees.

...

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. A mumble of a memory echoed in his head. He brushed it off as his imagination and continued to cut down his trees.

F

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. He brushed it off and continued to cut down his trees.

L

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. Something echoed in his head, a memory. It was too blurry to know properly. He brushed it off and continued to cut down his trees.

E

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. He brushed it off as it meant nothing, it would die soon anyways, and continued to cut down his trees.

U

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. He stared at it for awhile. Maybe spring would come soon. He continued to cut down his trees.

R

He found a flower now. A small, yellow flower. He heard something in the distance, he thought it was a voice, but he called out to them and got no response from them. He brushed it off as his imagination and continued to cut down his trees.

S