In a wide-open meadow, straws of green grass sway with the brilliant flow of the wind, flowers of different colors sprouting out from their buds. To the left of the meadow was a bell-shaped mountain, and to the right side was a clear, clean-flowing stream, and the light from the sun glistened upon the surface of the water.
Reuel stood in the middle of all the beauty and marveled at the sight. Also confused as to how and why he was there. There was a certain ambience in the air, it was soothing than even the most pleasant spring air.
And as the gratifying wind flowed, the grasses turned their heads towards him, and the flowers opened their mouths to him, almost as if they bowed in acknowledgment of his presence.
"R_e_u_e_l" It was a melodious whisper. Like a bunch of people whispering at the same time from a very far distance, but the meadow was lengthy and wide and he saw no one. Only the trees, the mountains, the water, the butterflies, the valley lilies, and the radiant roses.
