The blue lagoon is quiet and deserted. Only the rustling of the leaves in the light breeze and the chirping of birds can be heard. The hotness of my emotion seemed to have vanished, and the serene atmosphere was like the first buds of spring after a harsh winter.
I spent some time in the blue lagoon. Once I felt calm, I decided to rise up and get ready to go home. In cases like these, I'd probably be in Saphamore, but I'm banned there and didn't have somewhere else to go other than the pack. I picked up some dead twigs while I narrowed down the road back to the house. I played with it, clearing up the dry leaves on my track and transferring them onto the side road.
I was preoccupied when someone put something on my nose. Perhaps, a handkerchief with the most unexplainable scent. Like a
