Children play in the park on a warm sunny morning. Couples walk hand in hand whispering sweet nothings

 A bent down figure, an old old woman with a scarf around her walks with a stick, slowly makes her way.

Cosmic laughter rings in the skies
And the finger of scorn points in glee at the creeping figure.

The great plan has to unfold, the great game has to have the final laugh.

 u are being murdered and u cannot say 1 word against it
if u protest it justifies further ur being murdered

Multiplicity is an illusion, he thought, as the blood spurted from his throat and the knife-blade threw out a stabbing, momentary flash of sunlight.

Life ebbing away...

Glinting in the sun.

The lake is frozen

But now it begins to thaw.