The Interval between Unchangeable and Uncertainty
A gentle grassy spreads wide on Peyoccia Plains。Toward the North there are a lot of high peaks――although the highest peak was now lost、and huge structures that transformed into ruins in their place were lying there behind――and now、the tress that growing bit by bit are scattered like dark creeks。
There were plenty of empty lands surrounded by such small forests、as if they were separated from their surroundings。It was blocked by dense branches and leaves、and can hardly be seen from the outside、but there are lumps of stones that out of place at first glance。
White stone with various shapes。It has been weathered and old for so long as it might be、but it is clear that people’s hands were added there。
Most are covered with ivy、and buried in mid grass。Still some of the pillars、as if they are comfortable with the flow of unrelenting times、continuing to straighten their white figure towards the sky without falling down at the end。
The sun has not yet risen to the middle of the sky。