escape

The scorching sun at noon had gradually set in the west, but the scorching heat did not seem to diminish at all. Fortunately, in the rolling mountains and lush forests, it was far less hot than in the plains, and much cooler than in a big city like Lille. Even at noon, you could take a nice nap under any shade of a tree.
Roger stretched and woke up. He lay on the branch of a towering old tree, looking at the blue sky through the leaves.
The small black crystal lay quietly on his chest, occasionally...