The Vegetables In the garden were similarly fantastical, with bright, swirling colors that defied logic.
Armstrong took a deep breath as he smelled the sweet, spicy fragrance of the plant, which seemed to flavor the air around him.
The morning sun was a bright, beautiful golden orb in the sky, casting warm rays of light and shimmering patterns of prismatic color across the farmstead.
They both loved the place, and it seemed so peaceful.
"Hey! They are back" The three little children ran towards Armstrong and hugged.
"Look she's hurts" one of the children spoke pointing at Alora's leg.
They both walk into the house, Alora lied on the floor and Armstrong walks to the kitchen and meets Clara cooking.
Clara smiled as she turned to Armstrong "Peace be unto you, Armstrong"
Armstrong was stunned. A religion on earth used that greeting. He shook his head as he greeted her back.
