Put some color on the sketch - now it has the right mood! Translated bit from my already-cringey fiction below, it’s even worse in English x)
“They were grey, hardly visible among those desolate waves of endless grass. Maybe I felt this twinge of pity because they were grey like myself. Yes, I could have just eaten them, but what reward would I have had? An extension of my suffering? I don’t see any more sense for myself anymore, but maybe I had a bit of sense for someone else.”