"There we go~"
What a smooth landing of post an amazing performance by the two siblings; from the sight of the two free-falling from an extreme height where clouds were hanging around carelessly, and nonchalantly the two seemed to frolic on the skies and against the gravity itself – even the little brother who at first was in great worry, the presence of the big sister holding gently his hand was enough to wane such an ill-feeling,
Guided by the wild west wind, a fresh breath of the autumn's being; it kindly apprised the magical crimson, kite-like parachute that once was pervading the azure skies, to handle the two siblings with care by delivering their feet onto a specific hill whose grasses were all ashes—it was a vast hill and felt distant the town itself; and above all, it was black as charcoal as far as one's eyes could reach as the grasses had been burned…
