Leaves had turned to orange and brown, mirroring the colors of the dry pasture that had died brought by the drought in the countryside. Acres of fields had become sullen and untouched with spring far away from its reach.
A person in a cloak, covering their face, walked past the dried land, only stopping as they stood on a steep rock. They looked ahead, eyes falling onto the horizon where a faint image of a town could be seen. A strong breeze suddenly passed by, hitting the person's hood as it was forced to leave the person's head.
White hair as bright as the moonlight began to blossom as some strands permeated the air, swaying as they were touched and welcomed by the wind.
It traveled and danced in a frenzy, touching the barren land.
Just then, another person appeared, running from behind as they shouted, "Elisa!"
Elisa, the woman wearing a cloak, turned around. Her now peach blossom eyes were brighter and clearer than they had ever been. "Sol."
