Author’s note: If there is meaning to life, you will not find it amongst the Nihileafs. You will find no cures for loneliness, listlessness, sadness, or self-hate, although you will encounter all the symptoms. Happiness is similarly absent, likely unattainable. For our chlorophyllic friends that is, although probably for everyone else as well. Contentment is sporadic, though it will have to do when it can be had. And love, what of it? Life is the greatest tragedy, for without life there would be no suffering or sorrow. And if this is all too dark and depressing for you, then ignore the Nihileafs and let them endure existence unseen. – Zachary