Drim rode this bus a hundredth time. Her bike was still in the repair shop; she can’t afford to get it back on track. This silly girl goes to work in the city every morning. At 8 is her time in, while 4:30 was her waking hour since it takes 3 hours to arrive there. The town on a slope surrounded by trees was her home. Drim was raised in a mountain and got educated with other propagandas like everyone else but she was special. As beautiful as the colours of the clouds after a sunset is her soul, but she keeps this to herself in the confines of a country-life and checkered sleeves.947Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1EntUB1Ig
A gentle rain fell while the bus was going down from Cloak Pines. Drim likes to watch it rejuvenate the land, she let it be. A drop from the sky fell to her window side and started running towards the ground. She stopped it by a finger. Pointed at it as time forgot its existence, then she removed her hand to see what she caught outside. The little droplet was different as she suspected – it could corrupt the land – she was lucky she found it before it hits the ground and cause a fire or a devastating calamity. Drim has her eyes on it until the sun came and dried it up. Only the light can destroy darkness, and only darkness can create a light.947Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4btiLGiGe3
