Dunian-Where Is the Problem

Sweet perfumes in our nostrils we set out in search of radical sun seeds. We press through blinding heat with eyes closed tight, lured by their sweet fragrances. We come across a great blossoming arbor, and pluck its branches clean, we are parasites of beauty. We happen upon a community of pilgrims washing their linens in a sparkling brook. We lay naked on its banks intoxicated by bright sun flashes, and let our spirits wander. Awaken to the scene of a grand party. We plunge into the cool waters to join the fun, all prospects of sun seeds forgotten.