They were walking along the riverside; talking and enjoying the beauty of sunset and its artistic image on the water of the river. The water there is somewhat green due to the geographical coordination of the place. That color looks beautiful when mixed with the light glow of dying sun.
"Dying, huh!", said one of them. His name is Paul. He is a writer. He is actually sitting in his room and trying to write a story, from his perspective. That is why he is one of the characters too. Paul is somewhat lonely, he has this tendency to talk with himself from his very childhood. Being unable to relate with people, being unable to follow the forced life of society, he surrounded himself with his imaginary characters and nature. Yes, nature itself has all the things you'd need, to indulge your life with satisfaction and happiness. Once you understand how naive and fragile human connections are, you lose the interest in people.
That is how Paul views the world. We tried to live in comfort and outside of nature's cruelty. But in order to do that we somehow created a society so complex that now we don't even ask what we do and why we do the things we do. We are on an autopilot mode, going here and there, doing this and that, and call it a life. While life itself is unpredictable. Paul knows, if we ask someone right now what he is actually doing, aside from paying the bills and worrying about his future, he couldn't answer it.
They were not talking about those things though. They walked and walked; praised and enjoyed the beauty. Then the sun set, the night came. They had to stop to take a break. Paul lied on the grass. He looked at his left side and saw something beautiful. It was two of his characters enjoying the night together, still possessing a meaning in this meaningless world.
