Meanwhile, within the outskirts of Linuxinia...
The woman's long dark hair flew with the vivid pattern of the breeze. Her dark, chipped violet eyes loosely scanned the mountains covered with vegetation in wild luxuriance.
The moon shone brightly under the sparkling blanket of stars, the trees danced back and forth, the mountains scattered from shape to shape, all heavily distinct in their own reserve.
A mild, passive look fell on her face as she turned her head toward the glowing moon. The evening breeze caught the fluorescent scents of the woman and brushed against the tall grass field, traveling toward the crisp sparkling of the sea.
In a play of light gossip, she swung her hand in front of her face and negated.
"Such a baffling presentation of ecstasy. My my my, the sight is rather mesmerizing. I wonder…"
