BLUE PLANET

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL POOL

The further they walked, the more interesting things they found.   A wide variety of four-legged beasts, with small and large sizes, peered at the two of them from behind the tree trunk and ran among the bushes.  

The Marxist seems always on alert with his bow, though he is sure he will not need it. Because for some reason, the atmosphere in the park felt very safe and comfortable.

Both Venera and Marxists felt a strange feeling. A feeling that made them feel very used to being in the park. Because everything feels so friendly.

A small animal with white fur and long ears jumped from behind the tree. Venera bent down and stroked his back. He looks docile and enjoys Venera's hand caresses on her soft, silky feathers.

And finally the Venera and the Marxists came to a wonderful place.

 

The place looked like an open green meadow in the form of a very wide circle. The area of the park that Venera and Marxists had just walked through was lined by rows of dense trees until it covered a semicircle.  The other half at the front is fortified by a row of towering green hills that curve to form a magnificent natural wall.

From one of the highest hilltops in the middle, a large amount of water flows which then falls into a large pool below.  The very heavy water outpouring caused white ripples to foam on the surface of the pool.  

The entire area around the pond up to the green hill wall is filled with flowering plants with various shapes, and a variety of beautiful colors. Bright colors that neither Venera nor Marxists have ever seen.

For a moment they stood dumbstruck without being able to speak. Amazed by the beautiful scenery that is plastered in front of the eyes.

 

“This... this.. beautiful onceiiii...!” exclaimed Venera as soon as her consciousness recovered.

He leaped up in excitement and ran ahead of the Marxists towards the pool. He had never seen such a big pool in his entire life. The pond he knew was just a small pond with mavarea flowers adorning its surface located in the dormitory courtyard.

“Marxis!  Look it!  There are animals in the water!  Lookie! They're a lot in here!” venera shouted at the Marxists, bowing over the surface of the pool. He was amazed to see a creature living in the pool water.

“Yes. I'll be there soon.” Marxists followed Venera while still observing the circumstances around him.

Venera observed the beautiful animals. Their unique and colorful shapes, as well as their gleaming movements while moving in the water, are breathtaking.

He dipped his hands into the pool water and stirred up a little of the surface. The small beasts were shocked and instantly dodged. Go down to the bottom of the pool. But then immediately return to the surface.

“Waah, they're funny!” Venera laughed cheerfully and returned to teasing them.

After that he turned to observe the flowers around the pool.  Groping the surface of the petal surface is beautiful, and smell the fragrance of each type of flower.

“Hmm... very fragrant..” Venera breathes deeply into a pink flower. “This one too, fragranceiii once!” He buried his face in a wide orange-colored flower.

After that he was busy chasing small animals flying around the flowers, trying to catch one of them. The small, beautiful winged beasts also seemed to deliberately attract Venera's attention to run after them.

“Ahahaha! They're so nimble! Aren't you, Marxist?" exclaim Venera glee.  "And their wings are beautiful too! Look at that one! Wow. that one too!  It! It's see!”

Venera danced in circles while singing and humming.  His agile feet jumped from one stone to another.  Stopped for a moment to touch a flower and praise its beauty, then ran again to approach whatever was caught by its eyes.

Marxists just sit quietly on the rocks, observing.

 

“Marxis!  This place is really beautiful!” yelled Venera from a distance.

“Ya,” replied Marxist.

“Wahh... The water is dingiiiin!” cry Venera when putting her legs up to the knee in the pool water.  No matter the bottom of her dress that got wet because of it.

“Heiii!  The view from down here is very good Marxist!  You don't want to see?” exclaim Venera while looking up, where the water from the top of the hill spilled constantly down.  His face was wet with splashes of water.

“Ya, yes. It is beautiful,” replied Marxist. “Much more beautiful than any place on Mars. But why do you have to be like that?”

“Yes like that." Marxists looked at Venera. "You're moving too much unnecessarily. And talk too much. Aren't you tired?”

“Huh.” Venera pouted and folded her arms around her chest. “You're a bitch. You can't appreciate beauty, can you?”

“I appreciate,” sahut Marxist, ”but not in your way.”

 

The wind was blowing from behind the hill. Venera shakes her head and tidies back her messy hair.

“And why do you always do that?” ask the Marxists again.

“Do what?” Venera asked back.

“It." Marxists pointed. "Waving your hair. Holding it continues. If you feel annoyed with him, just cut it.”

“Iih, you're so rude, anyway?" Venera glared at the Marxist while holding his hair away, as if the Marxist was really about to cut it.  "This hair is to beautify yourself. Maybe I cut it. I don't want to look like you.”

Marxists shrug their shoulders. “I don't understand what it is ‘beauty’. We on Mars are just thinking about how to become more powerful than others.”

“Great in what way?” ask Venera.

“Hunting, power fighting and agility fighting using weapons," replied the Marxist straightforwardly.

“Ugh. You're so scary" Venera commented. Then he plucked a small flower and tucked it in his ear. “If we are on Venus, taught about everything related to skill and beauty.”

 

Venera got up from the pool and turned around, setting foot on a small dirt road on the hillside.

“Hei. Where are you going?” ask Marxists.

“I want to see where this heavy water spill comes from,” replied Venera while pointing up.

The Marxist returns silent, watching from afar.

 

On the way up the hill, Venera saw many more types of flowers and other plants that were no less beautiful than what he saw in the pond earlier.  

He was really fascinated by the park.

When almost to the top of the hill, the path becomes steep and narrow. The land is rocky and slippery because of the flow of water that overflows profusely.  

Venera stuck her head looking down.

It turns out that the top of this hill is very high, inwardly.  Much higher than the other hills he used to climb.

Suddenly Venera felt bad.  

He lost his balance.  

And slipped.

Venera shrieks. His body was hanging on the side of the cliff with both hands gripping a large rock which unfortunately had a very slippery surface.   

And the handle can be detached at any time.