Above in the infernal regions a hawk was slayed to death by an energy unknown.
An old farmer walked along a gravel road overgrown with grass. In a state of mournful affliction, the angry muttering man with a face painted white reflected to himself and suffered hauntings of nostalgia. A meteor flying through the sky in the form of a fiery dragon horrified him as he considered it superstitious evil. He searched for answers in his mind. In deep reflective meditation he was lost in his wanderings. Was he fate's blissful pet?
The farmer prominently stooped in his old age, he feared God and purified his soul through prayer. He would nearly drink himself to death in times of deep anxiety; sometimes drinking viper's blood and then let the blood drain from himself to cleanse his soul. After releasing the viper's blood from his body his being would grow stiff and cold with fright from the unknown.
One day he met an orphan boy on the road and the boy began to question him. The orphan claimed he was the watchman of the night and it was his duty to question everyone that passed by. The two walked together until they came to a fork in the road, one path led into an empty field, the other into the woods. The orphan chose the woods and the man headed into the field.
As the old man walked through the farmer's field he knew he was no longer capable of doing his job as a field farmer. He was senile and suffered from multiple physical ailments. His farming career that spanned across seven decades was coming to a close.
The old man screamed as he suffered from night blindness. He could hear the nocturnal movements of scythes hacking the crops but he heard no footsteps in the fields. He wondered, "Was it invisible ghosts that did the swinging?"
He could then sense the invisible workers leaving the fields and being replaced by new ghosts. It was a shift change in the fields and the man did not see that out of a massive hollow tree a group of shabby ghost farmers and ghost peasants came crawling out and dispersed in all directions to relieve the other ghosts of their duties. The man was then grabbed by a ghost and the ghost whispered in his ear, "You are no longer needed."
With one swing the ghost brought the scythe across the old man's throat.