Campos Romane & Geschichten

With his eyes closed, he tried to dive into what Malia was dreaming at that time. With a thin puff of smoke that ushered him into Malia's dream, he clearly saw a clear field with the only van that had one side beautifully decorated. A small tent, a bonfire, two folding chairs, and a small folding table with several packs of snacks on it, decorated one side of a white van that was deliberately parked in the middle of the field.

Coming back home. To be continued...

Then landing in front of the cave where he lived, Aranjo jumped down from the Griffin's back and saw the scenery in front of her. The atmosphere here is very different, this place is not the same as the fog forest. The trees here are green with colorful flowers and there is a small river along the eye view containing very clear water. "Is this still part of the fog forest?" asked Aranjo. 'Yes!' Aranjo ran towards the river, with both hands taking water and washing her face. Very fresh, Aranjo can also clearly see the fish swimming in it. Aranjo ran around happily and then approached Griffin.

She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view. Hughes went beside her and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” “U-uhm, yes. It is.”, she replied meekly. “This place is called Kósmima. It’s a different world than the world we teleported in.”, he explained simply as he knew that if he told her everything, she wouldn’t be able to process it fully. “I…is this all a dream? Are you just a dream?”, she looked at him.