Beautiful flowers bloomed as he walked through the field but withered with him raising each leg.
Step by step a beautiful trail of life and death appeared behind him and every villager only looked from small cracks of their boarded windows at this sight.
A small girl then dropped her ball, chased after it and soon she appeared in front of the mysterious man.
She picked up her ball and started to grow rapidly, scarred she ran away from the man but she was just a few seconds to late to do so.
Skin and bones were the only thing left, a proof of ones existence.
Whether or not it was fate, some people from the village, sick and frail ran towards the man.
Like a wave, a big pile of corpses started to form not so long after. Human wall of morphed together skins and bones of those who wished to end their miserable life.
Honorable for some, where others find pure irony and stupidity in such act
The man then disappeared and was never seen again, but his legend continued on.
The folks called him "the one who gave them a choice" and the wall of human flesh was tended with care throughout the centuries.
Reinforced with steel layer it became an iconic memorial for everyone in the country.
The End.