The tip-toes of rain, the muddy soil and the farmers farming happily, the only obstacle in the soil were the big small Rocks- the pebbles which without batting an eye the farmer threw on his neighbours field.
The neighbor:.....
This is what meant to be a rock, to be thrown, to be beaten until it was shaped to desire.
Spirits were no longer rare in Karlimu empire, plant Spirits cursing, cloud Spirits sleeping and tree Spirits playing football was a common side.
Streets were bustling with crowds of Spirits and people. High-school enrollment was no small deal. There we see a boy wearing school uniform running while still chewing a piece of bread in his mouth.
A boy:... Do I really have to do this!?
The narrator: Yes.