One of my very first stories. He walked past the trees, heading towards the source of light, and suddenly a bush crumbled under his hands, as if it had long dried up, as if it were made of ashes. The man looked around, one more step back and the trees and grass were alive and green, and the circle he had entered seemed to be dried up. The bushes and trees were dead, gray and crumbled into dust as soon as you touched them.