"Listen!" I stood on the cliff, pointing to the green lake at my feet, and said happily.
She was stunned. No answer. I don't blame her. Because I have never shown such a sincere smile.
So I continued: "Listen, it's the undead singing! They surround the holy lake and sing enchanted songs over and over again. Do you hear it?"
"I was born in that beautiful land. My life was ordinary and happy.
My sister, my brother, and I are members of this family.
When I was young, I once asked my sister if other children had a father and a mother, but I didn't. My sister sat by the river and stared at the turquoise, emerald-like lake. His eyes were misty, as if covered with a thick layer of fog..."