Dante vs Paret.
In these clear rivers, waters existed our honest belief, flowing through the valley, quenching earth and kin. In a vibrant valance of the sky, the river sang soulful blues.
The river winds through the forest, welcoming stray flora that went inside. In there, integral to life, but also a thing unto itself. The river was always flowing, taking passengers by force or by willing to the great ocean beyond. The forest and the river were one, coexisting together.
BOM! BOM! BOM!
BOMBOMBOMBOM!
However, whatever was inside the body of the river didn't agree with ever peace. Two strong entities dancing around beautifully with their body as the weapon to win the battle.
Within the calm river - sometimes it didn't - a raging fight to see the power clashing doggedly.
The fierce fight of the siren and the white crocodile disturbed the peace inside the otherwise calm river.
