"Calyxy…"
Her surrounding air of malaise, emanated from this hooded girl fortuitously… something of malaise… it was felt out of muttering utterance chaperoning her heavy breathing came out under that featureless mask which seemed only the dirt road being its focus – or whatever kind of mien that it hid under its claystone colored in no color but a pure white as though trying to muzzle and not to parade the other color it tried to hide but the explicit one only,
"…a Star typifies Blood, Flesh, Fecundity and Fertility,"
