The countryside was indeed breathtaking! It was summer now. The wheat field was glistening yellow, the oats field lush green. Hay was stacked in piles on the colorful pasture. The storks with their red, long and spindly legs strolled by the pond in the field, jabbering on in a foreign language.
Around the field and pasture were a few huge forests. Within the forest, brooks of varying depth flowed. The sunlight only brazenly expanded at the fringe of the forest. The dazzling splendor caused the field of burdocks to float like the water plants within the continuously circulating light.
The brilliance gradually dimmed under the massive silhouette of Westberg Fort. The greenish grey stone wall connected with the green embankment. Stripped of the decorative sculptures that portrayed the style of the Imperial Household, the massive fort was like a scarecrow, standing tall in the field.
