The smell of blood.
That was the first thing that came to his senses, and then came the sound of the breeze flapping around him.
In the next moment, his eyes were forced open, and he saw the sky.
A blue sky with lingering green aurora.
Though the blue was clear, the world itself had a slightly dark setting, making it look like dusk.
It wasn't haunting; if anything, it made the green light flicker beautifully through the sky.
He felt a soft touch upon him, and he turned slightly, looking at the short green grasses where he seemed to have been buried.
Ryuk sat up, his hands clasping his forehead slightly, due to the throbbing pain arising from his memories flooding back.
But then, he paused when the last scene reached him.
He could remember vividly the cleave through his body, as he disappeared beyond existence.
He had fallen asleep after, yet here he was, in the grass.
