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Apart from the gray skies, the scene was breathtaking. Standing at the edge of a precipice, I had a clear view of the town below, among many hills and mountains. The many European style houses, few parks and squares, and almost no tall buildings created an inviting mosaic. At the center of the town, a large angel fountain marked where eight roads met.
Water splashed behind me, and as I turned around, I saw several gorgeous women dancing and singing along the shore of a blue lake. Some played harps and others blew in flutes. The women, clad in skimpy white dresses, had long hair adorned by flowers with pale, shiny skin, cherry-red lip, and their eyes shone like torches. They were beautiful in a ghostly way.
The lake before me was blue and clean. The scent of fresh water and wild flowe
