A white heron cried "yow yow," circling above the sky. It stretched its long neck, observing the silent bipeds in the valley. Two people stood in the center, gazing at the setting sun. Dozens of people surrounded them, like mountains cradling the sun.
Alisa widened her eyes, watching the heron circle a few times. She leaned on her lover's shoulder, asking worriedly in a low voice.
"Xiulote... the plague you mentioned, so severe. How should we deal with it?"
Xiulote extended his arm, embracing the delicate girl and gently comforting her for a while. Then, he organized his thoughts and spoke again.
"Plagues vary, affecting different parts of the body and causing different symptoms. For instance, headaches, fever, chills, cough, bleeding, rash... Therefore, we need to identify specific symptoms and adopt targeted measures."
