The rain stopped.
Wet ground, quiet side of the forest. Dribble spoke in a worried tone. Deep memories become legends. The gentle wind remembers someone. The melancholy twilight passes, and the night devours a piece of heart, hunting for the longed-for love.
Red Girl...
Injured little girl...
Reddish hue
Your dress first...
La ... la ... la ...
The chanting stopped. A group of horses accompanying a noble princess broke through the dim evening atmosphere. Apparently, the group was late on their way home from an important event outside the area attended by their superior's daughter.
The galloping of the horses stopped under the orders of a leader who was escorting the group.
"What's wrong, Sir?" asked the controller of the sedan chair, asking the leader of the guard riding the horse at the front.
"Am I the only one who heard that singing?" asked the leader of the horse guard, raising one hand as a command signal for the entire group to stop for a moment.
Tortured to death.
Swallowed by loneliness.
Your body is in pain.
Down to your beautiful bones.
La ... la ... la ....
Equivocal. The evening was getting darker. The full moon began to dawn from behind the clouds in the cloudy sky. Everyone in the group listened carefully to the song.
'Rha'
That's your name.
Your old self.
Long time ago.
La ... la ... la ....
It became clearer that women were singing songs. The melodious sound of her voice made it seem like a woman was crossing the path from the opposite direction of the group.
Young woman riding casually. The horse was waddling. The young woman wore a red clothes.
"Ajeng Ayu."
The leader of the guards at the front of the group greeted the young woman as she passed by.
The young woman looked down for a moment, her horse stopped walking.
"Ajeng Ayu, you are alone on the journey, please be careful. This area is near the wilderness," said the leader of the guards empathetically as a warning.