And the liquid comes rushing through the valley from the right, warming the soul as it passes through structured tubes and out the left. The crimson red is not a sign of a bloodbath, but rather one of warmth, here to remove the cold lingering throughout the valley as the winter fades and spring embraced. The sunlight shines brightly from above and the birds melodious shrieks supply an ironic harmony that leaves one satisfied yet with a lot more to be desired. Perhaps the strangest of all is the new feeling that fills the land, that cannot be stopped. The eerie signal that hibernation is over, that the land is awake, that the activities must be continued, and that no matter how much greener the grass is over the hill, there is a lot to be done if the spring should never end, or if the winter is rushing back in full force.

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