To His Faith

Jaino again wanders, and now he's walking in a dark path, shadowed by tall trees . Few crickets are playing their chirps . His hand on his temple while he's still feeling the cold revolving on his skull . His thought won't proceed and his stomach is growling . Allowing his body to do what words can't literalize on his mind . He's trying to regain balance as he continues walking, while gazing at anywhere as only dark beyond the far sights across those trees .

The ground is now slope-like . He closes his eyes . He actually feels the circulation of his blood running fast from above his nape to all over his skull; his movement's like, he's going to fall down .

Advertis.e.m.e.ntAs he swings his foot onwards, it has b.u.mped onto an arching thick root . More than ninety degree angle before his face has p.r.o.ne at the slope ground . His body tumbles without control . He's helpless as his whole body slides down and rolls . It's too vague until his whole front claps heavily at the ground . Pain all over his body, he can't utilize to rise . He's just lying facing above while noticing lots of creatures are creeping down the trees . He shuts his vision . And with a farewell like smile, he's satisfied that no one could witness his a.s.sumed death .

He's lying on that wide hollow ground, whereas creatures— each with long hairs, four long arms, four hands, having a human head, with big circular b.u.t.t, and with hairy body —are creeping down slowly . By the help of his pain, hunger, and tiredness, he pa.s.ses out .

One creature leaps near and snorts at Jaino's body, as the rest of the herd surround the edge of the hollow ground . The creature near to Jaino swings and nods its head to a creature with brown hair . That brown creature has stood and it grumbles its fist to its muscular thorax while deeply howl— howl, howl, howl —whereas the rest have stood; they wiggle their b.u.t.t while swinging their hands up-high .

The creature near Jaino is circulating its b.u.t.t, swinging its hands up-high, and it's revolving around at Jaino . Shaking its b.u.t.t near to his face, then it howls . And, Criselia who appears in front at that creature laughs . The creature near Criselia has startled, recoiled, and now it snorts at the lady while it observes, whereas the rest of the herd are settling themselves to equable .

The lady is waving her finger at the creature while loudly speaking the words incomprehensible, whereas her pitches vary indifferent ways and her rhyme is condensing alternation . Considering her lungs are pumping all the efforts .

Silent, as the creatures are astounded .

Her hands she clings to her shoulders . She moves her thorax to the left . Then her face gazes at the right . She begins to sway her body like a snake, slowly and slowly . As she swings her right arm stretches to the right, and while she swings her fingers, representation of infinity . Her other hand now does the same .

She bends her body, as her stomach moves forward, while her knee onto the ground, whereas her other limb she stretches behind . Her one arm ups arching behind . She's forming like a crescent moon . Her hair and the long twin-tails of the ribbon behind her gorgeous blouse are dancing in the air .

Scribbles of illuminated like burning fire are revolving around her as the lucent light s.h.i.+nes until outside the hollow ground .

The brown creature starts grumbling his fist to its thorax again, whereas the others follow its rhyme— howl, howl, and howl . Some of the herd jump inside, and they dance . Criselia has stood and she follows their pace; circulating their b.u.t.t, swinging their hands up-high, revolving around at Jaino, and shaking their b.u.t.t on his face .

Criselia… she's laughing, although she does the same . . .

A prank is not a good practice

Whatever reasons we all have

We will never knew the outcome