The sound of the leaves, tumbling down on the metal floor on outskirt of the forest, echoed on her ears which is slanted with the head. While she was taking care of the rain shield, this echoing sound was keep irritating her for any existing reasons. But it didn't care much. Actually, there is no need to use the word 'much'. It didn't care. It didn't care for a bit. Her brain ignored this lasting sound without giving effort. Because the time, has carved the circuit for ignoring on the epidermis. But still the brain needed more circuits, to unbrace irritation for her work.And ironically, the more and more she ignore the atmosphere, the amount of the boredom increased with the cruel speed. She blew the whistle and murmured some numbers and the barrier reinforced its color - which resembles the light comes out from the jellyfish who could kill the mastodon with just only a one scratch. The first time she casted the spell, she felt some kind of awe from this massive color -even she learned and practiced this for a 3 years, she wasn't allowed to create this big sized barrier for even once.- but now, she cannot feel the same. She cannot feel anything from it. Even a frustration, the last time she felt it, was 447 years ago. She can remember the number, but it gives nothing. The pure boredom killed all the feelings left on her mind. Sometimes, she cried for thinking about going back to her house and seeing her family, despite of the fact it was a daily routine she really willed for it every time she breath. But now she didn't have nobody to greet her when she returned. With this, the only feeling which has been killed not by boredom was her sadness. The one eyed bird was following her whistle, and was making their own melody and rhythm. She couldn't hear it because of the interruption from the brain. But she saw bird singing. Even the wrinkles covered her eyes she could see it singing. She kept whistling. But the numbers, were not told by her mouth. The curiosity about when the bird started following her whistle and when it will stop appeared on her mind and stopped her counting numbers. This curiosity inflated its body on her mind and occurred some thoughts constantly. She thought that she can never find out when the bird started singing, but can find out when will it end singing. She just stopped the whistling. And the color started to lose its intensity gently. The wind, started to blow to the trees but the sound of the leaves didn't get strong because the rain throwing it self on the ground smashed every other sounds. And the woman could hear it clearly but she didn't care it. Not because of her brain. But the seeing the bird not stopping their melody blocked her ears.