In short, such a picture is sunshine, the sky is blue, the grass is green, birds, butterflies, paths, carriages on them... and everything is pink like the furniture of Barbie. Behind the picture, there is such a foolish voice:
- You are in a magical fairy-tale country... the valley of the fairy and the princess... but suddenly... this country breaks in... a pause (and already with a different voice) - Huyace.
And then there is such a voluminous black inscription of Huiase, which under the Aztecs groul begins to ride on these slopes and paths, to press the grass and all that.
At this moment I wake up from the words "theatre station"...

Chapter 222 – O’Hara