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Around are many, fluctuated clamors. From each heading come the murmurs and trills of bugs, the tune of fowls and the calls of warm-blooded creatures. Water streams easily and lotus blossoms glide tenderly on the water. Two hands of a kid snatch the blossoms. He is around 14, crisp confronted, pure. He is tanned with dark hair and solid highlights even at such a youthful age. He notices the blossoms. Their aroma is stunning and ameliorating. He gets out "I am Nimrod, child of Kush and Semirdar; grandson of Ham and incredible grandson of Noah". He admires the sky "Thank you God for the blossoms, and for the nature!"
A young fellow approaches Nimrod. “Welcome! I'm Dantanian.”
“I'm Nimrod, I'm a prince of Assyria”...Taking a look at Dantanian definitely, “You resemble an outsider here!”
“Truly, I'm a guest from the North.” Dantanian replies.