The sunset panorama this afternoon is truly amazing, especially when viewed from the top of the Hill of the Sacred Tree. The western sky was like a golden orange curtain that stretched wide, the cluster of hills and mountains seemed to be deliberately hiding the sun behind its shadow.
A Kweiya girl sat on a rock, in a small flower garden, to the right of the stone gate.
He smiled at the sun which looked shy. Now and then, a gentle breeze toyed with her hair, she tucked the strands behind her ear. This happened repeatedly but did not interfere with her enjoyment of enjoying the panorama that afternoon.
Meanwhile, around the sacred banyan tree, the other Kweiyas were still sitting on the ground, surrounding the tree.
Isy emerged from one of the gaps under the tree, followed by Ramda.
They talked for a while before Ramda finally left, re-entering the underground palace whose entrance was in the gap of the big tree itself.
