pyrifera
The girl jumped into the water. Some sort of plankton erupted around her. It glowed and sparkled like glitter or magic from a wand. Her entire body was glowing in the water.
The field was brown and dry. All of the plants had dried up and died during the long, baking summer. Now, as Clover walked through the grasses, she could hear them crunching beneath her feet.
The chorus stopped singing and the rows of Sunday gentleman turned at stared at the open door, not knowing what to make of the figure standing there.
The chorus sprung to life, like a dolphin out of the sea. Their voices rose above the fray and into the sweet night air. There was no stopping their voices. No gun, soldier or sword could ever bring them down. Their song was indescribable