*Throws random creative thing*

On a sunlit night at the top of the world, a man walks alone out on to the plains. Overhead the crows call, their white wings giving the illusion of ghosts drifting across the tangerine skies. He lifts his voice in a call that in ancient times would bring forth great beasts to aid him in his quest, however all that responds in the spirit of a great cat. Like a specter it stalks to him, and taking his soul into it's large jaws moves away towards the sunrise. The man falls dead, his life already forgotten by a past of mediocrity, but his future grows ever brighter as once more his spirit rides into the sun.