A parachute is making his landing as the sun sets behind him.
It is evening.
The morning sun shines on the parachute.
It is a treat.
A person in a black bikini enjoys a frolic by the seaside with her zebra shaped balloon.
The blade stopped its movement.
Quite a few policy intelluctals believe they are informed of many matters.
I have no lives left, I've spent all my spare ones.
Someone is dancing