Thousands of threads gurgled, the wind blew slowly through the hall, the lead-gray clouds hung low in the sky, and the water lines as thin as silver strands flew away one after another, and the sky and the earth were suddenly hazy.
Moss and green dew, looming, the female insect Alberto is a little mysterious in the mist, rain and mist, and she is twisting a begonia, flicking her sleeves...