บท 124: Loot and Burn boys (2)

The three leaves danced in the wind, moved around by a breeze that helped keep them afloat. Little birds landed on branches to rest from their flight and filled the air with their singing, creating a captivating spectacle. The sun's rays illuminated the shiny leaves, giving them a silver hue in the faraway distance. On the branches, fruits could be picked and animals could feast in peace, undisturbed by the war that was ravaging the land beneath. The gentle rustling of the leaves provided a soothing soundtrack, as if nature itself was trying to drown out the chaos below. Amidst the turmoil, this small pocket of tranquility served as a reminder of the beauty that still existed in the world,  a stark contrast to the ongoing destruction and bloodshed that pervaded the land.