[Hello.]
Lina used her foot as a pen and began to write on the ground. She turned her back to the giants, choosing this direction to write so she could better express her thoughts. To be more precise, she was afraid that the giant in front of her would rotate the box in order to see the words on it clearer, which would greatly affect them.
For every stroke, Lina had to dip her foot back into the pencil dust. Although this method was troublesome, there was no better way in the short term.
Could they understand? They probably could, right?
Lina stood next to the words she had just written. She had never been this nervous before. Two different species were actually communicating through text.
If this was spoken out loud, it might be met with public ridicule.
But it was indeed happening right now.
Her gaze swept across the faces of each giant, attempting to remember their features so as to distinguish them from one another.
