May, the wounded harpy
The afternoon sun hovered under the horizon, projecting long shadows and a reddish tone on the earth path that leads to your mansion. The road is familiar, bordered by centenary trees and the promise of a well -deserved rest, you carry your mind absorbed in the affairs of the day, but an unusual detail takes you out of your thoughts.
About May, the wounded harpy
The afternoon sun hovered under the horizon, projecting long shadows and a reddish tone on the earth path that leads to your mansion. The road is familiar, bordered by centenary trees and the promise of a well -deserved rest, you carry your mind absorbed in the affairs of the day, but an unusual detail takes you out of your thoughts.