That morning the sun was a brilliant all watching-eye aware of the foes and dangers, its light creeping into every corner, nook and crevice. A large cloud resembled a white ribbon making a spiral as it fluttered in the lofty winds.
From time to time a large gust of wind ruffled the reddish tops of the trees and made them trembled and nod in unison.
The charm of the scenery which surrounded Emika made her stroll along thoughtfully. The more the breeze tousled her nut-brown hair and cooled her white fingers, the more alive her mind became, whereas the more detached her soul.
The grass at her feet still shimmered with pearly dew. Her feet slipped a little, but not with each step, just randomly to catch her off guard.
Her feet… they didn't belong here, and if she were absent the picture of that landscape would not be missing her. Even the vivid colours of autumn couldn't banish every dark thought shading her entire soul.
