Varjak dreamed. He fell back into Mesopotamia. Varjak could see fresh flowers blooming in front of him. In the middle of colourful field, there was a twisting and turning river of light blue water, flowing into the rocky pool below. The wind whistled around him. It sounded like a vast volcano erupting in a faraway land. He heard a chirping in the distance like a doorbell ringing .

BY:Leila