And so shalt the life carry on. With each breath a new entry in the book of habitants. Treading a new ground, a new path for which has never been walked before. Games, we held dear, my dear I treasure each moment. And like our mother and father, we shall both become nomads. Living off the land is the right way. Still I question my ways more often these days. What about you sister dear? A lonesome smile rises upon her face. Knowing she feels the same. The nature can't hold us And as we came,...