گلاریشا میهمان صخره‌ها و تیغ ها

The morning breeze blows into the trunk of an old tree.
Glarisha has disturbing dreams. The shadows of the trees begin to move.
A gust of wind shakes the branches with ferocious speed, and several angry people emerge from the branches of the trees and surround Glarisha.

- You are evil. You are evil for the future of the world, go back to where you were. Cursed youth.

Glarisha opened his eyes in panic. he quickly jumped out of the gap in the tree and looked around. he called out for her father with repeated screams, but there was no sign of Kansu.
Glrisha hesitantly and slowly moves towards the hill.
To reach the big hill, he had to climb up the valley he was stuck in and cross a deeper valley. So he began to climb, through the dense trees of the valley. The strange valley became steeper and its bushes and trees became fewer and fewer.
He has reached the top of the valley, but his path is not smooth. A little further ahead, there is a deeper and steeper valley. His destination is on the other side of the valley.
He begins to descend the valley in a hurry. The branches and leaves of the trees slap him in the face one after another. The rocks and rubble seem to be trying to knock a young man down.
The sound of the young man’s rapid breathing, along with the sweat pouring from his head, face, and chest, made him look like a warrior. Once again, the owl’s voice knocked Glarisha to the ground, a strange pain engulfing her entire being.
Mysterious, colorful rays of light from the trees illuminate the shiny skin of Glarisha, the play of light and the shifting of yellow and red colors create a strange terror. She has reached the bottom of a steep valley.
She must cross the width of the valley, she must climb again. Red and yellow stripes appear from every corner of the terrible valley. Then Glarisha reaches the foot of the great hill.
She has no more strength left. She starts climbing the rocks with the help of her hands. Glarisha’s skin is smoking. The sun is higher.
The hardworking young man pauses for a moment to catch his breath and looks at his body parts in wonder.
His skin is dry and molten. As if he is burning invisibly, his shiny skin still reflects some of the light.
Glarisha begins to climb without paying attention. Her eyes shine like two crystals of light amidst the fiery lava, only a few more rocks, her legs and arms can no longer lift her up. White smoke rises from her head and mouth.
He stood for a moment on the top of the rock, on the top rock, he saw smoke. No matter how hard it was, he pulled himself up, just another rock. The smoke that was visible was from Kansu’s body, reaching above Kansu’s head, his father’s red face, swollen lips, and bulging eyes, picturing to him the most bitter and shocking scenes of his life.
Glarisha has no intention of moving anymore.
His lips are also swollen. With his mouth open and his eyes swollen
he rests her head on her father’s chest.
Suddenly, Kansu’s lips move as if he has been miraculously revived.

- Rise and throw yourself down the cliff. You will survive. Take my ring with you and make your way to the city of Fyssa.

Glarisha is motionless. A red artistic statue .Canso puts his ring in Glarisha’s hand

- Get up and get out of here.

The young statue has been transformed, starts to move, and moves away from his father.

A little later, it seems as if a piece of meat has been thrown down from the top of the rocks.

The guest of the rocks and the blades

The guest of the rocks and the blades.