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The wind blows gently, Cleo was sitting on the roof of a wooden house belonging to Amandia, feels so cold because the place was surrounded by forest, and near the waterfall.

The atmosphere is so dark, no lighting, the night sky looks so pretty when seen from the place of his seat at this time.

Stars, alternating blinks, the constellations visible in the sky. Staring at the sky full of stars, is a favourite Cleo.

The sound of the waterfall was still clearly visible, broke the silence in the darkness of the night. The sound of the biota of the night, adds to the impression of beauty that is simply perfect.

There is no hustle and bustle of human activity, and passing vehicles, which make your head dizzy. The air is so clean, fill the diaphragm.

A program running in front of him, presenting so much information that is given to him, the news of the world has always known.

He closed his eyes for a moment.