To His Faith
Jaino again wanders, and now he's walking in a dark path, shadowed by tall trees. Few crickets are playing their chirps. His hand on his temple while he's still feeling the cold revolving on his skull. His thought won't proceed and his stomach is growling. Allowing his body to do what words can't literalize on his mind. He's trying to regain balance as he continues walking, while gazing at anywhere as only dark beyond the far sights across those trees.
The ground is now slope-like. He closes his eyes. He actually feels the circulation of his blood running fast from above his nape to all over his skull; his movement's like, he's going to fall down.
As he swings his foot onwards, it has bumped onto an arching thick root. More than ninety degree angle before his face has prone at the slope ground. His body tumbles without control. He's helpless as his whole body slides down and rolls. It's too vague until his whole front claps heavily at the ground. Pain all over his body, he can't utilize to rise. He's just lying facing above while noticing lots of creatures are creeping down the trees. He shuts his vision. And with a farewell like smile, he's satisfied that no one could witness his assumed death.
He's lying on that wide hollow ground, whereas creatures— each with long hairs, four long arms, four hands, having a human head, with big circular butt, and with hairy body —are creeping down slowly. By the help of his pain, hunger, and tiredness, he passes out.
One creature leaps near and snorts at Jaino's body, as the rest of the herd surround the edge of the hollow ground. The creature near to Jaino swings and nods its head to a creature with brown hair. That brown creature has stood and it grumbles its fist to its muscular thorax while deeply howl— howl, howl, howl —whereas the rest have stood; they wiggle their butt while swinging their hands up-high.
The creature near Jaino is circulating its butt, swinging its hands up-high, and it's revolving around at Jaino. Shaking its butt near to his face, then it howls. And, Criselia who appears in front at that creature laughs. The creature near Criselia has startled, recoiled, and now it snorts at the lady while it observes, whereas the rest of the herd are settling themselves to equable.
The lady is waving her finger at the creature while loudly speaking the words incomprehensible, whereas her pitches vary indifferent ways and her rhyme is condensing alternation. Considering her lungs are pumping all the efforts.
Silent, as the creatures are astounded.
Her hands she clings to her shoulders. She moves her thorax to the left. Then her face gazes at the right. She begins to sway her body like a snake, slowly and slowly. As she swings her right arm stretches to the right, and while she swings her fingers, representation of infinity. Her other hand now does the same.
She bends her body, as her stomach moves forward, while her knee onto the ground, whereas her other limb she stretches behind. Her one arm ups arching behind. She's forming like a crescent moon. Her hair and the long twin-tails of the ribbon behind her gorgeous blouse are dancing in the air.
Scribbles of illuminated like burning fire are revolving around her as the lucent light shines until outside the hollow ground.
The brown creature starts grumbling his fist to its thorax again, whereas the others follow its rhyme— howl, howl, and howl. Some of the herd jump inside, and they dance. Criselia has stood and she follows their pace; circulating their butt, swinging their hands up-high, revolving around at Jaino, and shaking their butt on his face.
Criselia… she's laughing, although she does the same...
A prank is not a good practice
Whatever reasons we all have
We will never knew the outcome