Long black hair flew in the wind.
A young lady casually sat on a rock on top of a summit. She paid no attention to the fact that she was sitting on a high overhanging cliff. Her red maxi skirt fluttered with the wind, akin to a blooming rose, yet also appearing like a ball of fire.
On her delicate oval face, her eyes were closed. She raised her chin slightly to enjoy the incoming breeze. Her slender and fair feet extended from under her fire-red skirt. She playfully swung her feet in the air, as if playing a touching song.
Suddenly, her eyes opened, and she turned her head slightly.
A hint of a smug smile emerged, and she let her charming gaze wander.
It was starting.
Like a perfect masterpiece, she stretched her fair-as-snow arm. Her murmurings were languid, yet enticing. It was like a siren’s call.
After she finished stretching, she suddenly exclaimed slightly, “Blackie has not returned since it went out to hunt for food five days ago.”
