Mia’s P.O.V.
It was a very beautiful place. Colorful flowers were everywhere. The crimson skirted frock touching-feet, the black waterfall, the golden netted shoes on the feet leaving the hair open; I continued to move forward in amazement at the valley. At the sound of the waterfall flowing from some distance, I turned in that direction. The transparent waterfall flowing from the mountains looked so beautiful.
I was trying to move in this direction, taking steps on the shiny slippery stones. My mind was becoming peaceful.
In the evening, this beauty made the environment more beautiful. The birds were returning to their homes in a row. Clouds in the sky were present in the form of fragments. The shady thick trees were visible in the distance.
Then I saw a reflection.
“Brother.” I was
