It said something along the lines that nature often doesn’t know – through its random genetic mutations – how to choose the true masters of a planet. We were standing on the shore of a lake with clear, blue waters, and on the beach around it were a host of sleeping animals. It looked like a circle, three or four kilometers in diameter, on the surface of which almost every animal on earth had been crammed. or crocodiles.”
I took her hand and we headed toward the translucent wall in the distance. She looked around indecisively, as if searching for a bench to sit on. a shelter to stay in until we decide what to do.”
A clump of trees was visible in the distance. “Wake up!” she growled hissed, in a voice that seemed to hover on the heights of exasperation. “We have to make it,” I tried to smile at her. And yet, that was not now the urgent problem, but lions. soon all the animals will be awake.”
I took a few steps away from the animals
