In a small dump near the old bridge, there was a kid playing with the others. He was pale and dirty. Thorn clothes that could hardly cover his skin. He and the other kids found an old kite from the garbages, they took it and decided to fix it.
The place around them wasn't clean at all. With the numbers of small dumps rowed in five, you can see that there were a bunch of people living there. They are not the rich or the noble ones, even the normal people disgust them and will never pay them attention.
The male who just got there lifted his head and watched the kite swaying with the wind above him. Its strings are so long that you could almost mistake it for the shape of the noon sun. He wiped the sweats from his forehead and was about to take a step when a strong wind blew.
