Rina closed the wicket of the garden trying to keep the remembrance of dear friends deeply in her heart that quivered gently at the very thought of coming events and approaching adventures. The wind of Rina’s intuition and the jaguar’s wind, as messengers, encountered each other and made together a beautiful spinning spiral. They agreed on showing the way in unity. The jaguar didn’t wait for Rina, meandering between the forest trees and bushes. It moved very fast and soon the girl was left alone in the face of the infinity of the unknown.
Rina was wandering through the meadows in bloom, inhaling deeply the floral and herbal entanglements of scents. She waded in the nearby streams, leaving the fleeting traces of her presence. Everything seemed to flow smoothly. The light was setting when the warrior crossed the border of the up-side down forests, letting the dark in. Only did the black jaguar’s eyes turn emerald-green like two lightning bugs. The wild beast was always somewhere close to the girl – lurking and watchful, but never answering to the warrior’s calls.
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