romamaro
Well-Known Member
The sun beats down on the countryside, blistering temperatures of 51°C scorching anything in its path. The sky is a clear blue and the sun is high in the sky. The plains are a rich green, but a little far away, the grass becomes wheat. Beyond that, there is a cute little house. It is painted sky blue and must have at least three stories, with a porch out the front. To the left of it, there are dozens of trees, all dotted with lipstick red dots. There is more around it from the look of it, but all that's really visible is the house, the trees, and the large fields of wheat.
There are little black dots moving around. They're obviously people. They all look so happy, harvesting wheat and apples. There are children running through the long grass, squealing as they play tag. A teenage boy tells one of them off with a harsh slap on the back, but as soon as he does, he raises one hand to the sky for a good five seconds, before going back to his harvest. Every so often, somebody will lift their hand to the sky for no apparent reason.
There is one girl who is near the end of the wheat field. She is wearing a pale pink dress that comes down to the middle of her calves with short sleeves. Her blonde hair is tied up into a high ponytail. She is holding a sickle, but she looks exhausted and very close to overheating. She carries a leather bag over her shoulder that is filling up with wheat, but not it's not one hundred percent full yet. She slices halfheartedly at the wheat, panting and dragging a white handkerchief across her forehead.
There are little black dots moving around. They're obviously people. They all look so happy, harvesting wheat and apples. There are children running through the long grass, squealing as they play tag. A teenage boy tells one of them off with a harsh slap on the back, but as soon as he does, he raises one hand to the sky for a good five seconds, before going back to his harvest. Every so often, somebody will lift their hand to the sky for no apparent reason.
There is one girl who is near the end of the wheat field. She is wearing a pale pink dress that comes down to the middle of her calves with short sleeves. Her blonde hair is tied up into a high ponytail. She is holding a sickle, but she looks exhausted and very close to overheating. She carries a leather bag over her shoulder that is filling up with wheat, but not it's not one hundred percent full yet. She slices halfheartedly at the wheat, panting and dragging a white handkerchief across her forehead.