Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
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A nourishing drizzle was falling across Crete in March. The misty sea had lost the sacred blue it normally had in summer. It seemed a little ashen gray, which was a rather intriguing sight for the Aegean Sea near Crete, especially since it was the month when rain and sunlight were switching places constantly.
The curtain of rain formed a beautiful boundary line. The sea and the island were misty, but it was warm and bright on the other side, with lots of blues and greens.
Stands of olive trees were scattered across the area closest to the curtain of rain. A few old farmers were diligently clearing weeds and getting rid of pests for the trees.
