Where I was stood it felt like flying. I could feel the soft breeze caressing my face and lifting tendrils of my long black hair. I smiled slightly as the wind reminded me of my mother. She was always with me, just like she zei she would be.
I opened my eyes slowly to look at the beautiful world around me. Standing on a piece of jutting out rock volgende to the waterfall, I could hear the water rushing and cascading downwards. I could see all the trees laid out beneath me, lush and smaragd, emerald green, only separated door the wide, glistening blue river that carried on the waterfall I was volgende to.
I...
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