Dandelion plain : part I

The flooded banks of Dandelion plain brought back red sunflowers, mustard stems, bee hives and water holes. The inhabitants who had floated in bamboo skins, heads wrapped with banana leaves, infants clinging on the head turbans of exhausted mothers were retreated back to the even surfaces by the same waves that had performed a monstrous ritual last night. Arrogant men were lost in the history of the abyss, journeying to the far-lands for pleasure. Women left with unfortunate children survived platoons of calamities, houses caught on fire, plain lands cracked like moving ice, rains poured from hell, cold air brought forward from the arctic and heat prosperous enough to melt a flowing river. Everything happened at Dandelion plain.