Arini walked along the river toward the massive temple, wind flowed through her hair and brushed against her skin, cooling her off. It was good being on her ancestor's soil again, breathing in the atmosphere, feeling the golden sun on her skin and the sweet smell of nostalgia that Arini never experienced but knew all too well.
Arini glazes upon the pastel castle with deep red mosque domes, where hundreds of people gather around the temple, standing next to the river. Taking in the views and caressing the river, Arini sat in awe of the beautiful sight before moving past the temple and down the riverside. Arini followed the part that was ingrained in her blood. The lush tropical plants and trees brushed against her body and the deep nutritious soil until she came to a wall of hard stone.
