Cool grey stone peeks out from the rich, damp grass, rising like a sky between the green blades. Its many neighbors carve lines up and down the park, dotting the scenery like bookmarks. Stone, grass, stone, grass, stone.
The marker looms over its plot of land, casting deep shadows across the grave. A single sunflower lies limp in its darkness, every bright yellow-orange petal intact and pristine. It shines like an impossible sun within the earth, illuminating the words carved into the stone above.
Every story must come to an end.