+Valenze Estate+
The insistent cicada cry rang in the woods, announcing their existence to the visitors who disturbed the tranquility of their home.
Measured footsteps cautiously treaded deeper into the woods where old pine needles carpeted the forest floor, painting the ground with brown colors, as do snow paints the world white during winter.
Birds occasionally flap their wings, flying from one tree branch to another, gliding with the wind, doing somersaults better than walking on two legs.
The two brothers and sisters are cautious but swift, carrying guns that are loaded with stunning bullets and m- particles.
"Are you sure about this, brother? I could have patched your eye first before going after whoever that guy is." The woman asked. [If I don't perform first aid now, given the chance that there might be sequelae in the future, it will be too late for regrets at that time.]
