Waiting for your beloved betrothed, Waiting for the betrothed on the edge of the shore, in the distance a white sail is lonely in the fog of the blue sea, a beautiful girl on the bank of the river
There is a fluctuation in space, as well as a glow, circles fly by against the sky
A white tiger with a well-fed look lies on a stone
Well, here any words are out of place, here only anger, aggression and speed. This orange monster will leave anyone behind
There is a nebula in space. But the star is visible well