There was an old man sitting under a large tree. I sat down beside him, and he began to talk to himself.
"This forest used to be fun. Celebrating birthdays with friends and setting off fancy fireworks was our raison d'etre. There were people who didn't like it, and if they found out, they would detain us and purify our abilities. But it was still fun."
The old man continued.
"Young people these days are getting smarter. The only time they assert themselves is when they want money. It's very different from our days when it was all about the process."
I realized for the first time that the rusty chains were wrapped around the old man's feet like snakes, "They won't forgive us for our past when we're too old to move."
The chain was connected to a red umbrella floating in the sky.