Sylvester Archipelago

Tiberius had to walk a bit uphill before he reached the field. At this time of year, the medilia was in full bloom. It seemed like a sea of blue flowers stretched to the horizon and merged with the sky. At the very beginning of the field stood a man, not young anymore, with patterns stylized as medilia tattooed on his shaved head. Not far from him, a small, dark-haired girl, about ten years old, and a small skeleton were running around in the field. They seemed to be playing with each other.