Grace, elegance, pride: it was all visible in the three people. They walked up to the great mansion of Casey Buexford early in the morning. Casey lived on the hills overlooking the city below, it was a lovely and perfect sunny day in the beginning of March. There was no sign of a storm or a cloud anywhere I in the sky. But, yet fresh snow covered the ground in a sheepskin blanket. Every person was walking freely wearing shorts and tanks trying to keep cool. However, these people wore full black clothing and walked in such an entertaining way it was difficult to pull your eyes away. Every step was a synchronized beat. It seemed as though the whole world was in sync with them. There was only one phrase to describe the three strangers: Perfection at its greatest display.
They walked straight up to the door of Casey's home. Gently knocking three times, they patiently waited for the door to open. The knocks were so soft anyone would expect them not to be heard, yet the knocks echoed through every room and bounced off every wall and high ceiling. The knocks echoed exactly until Casey opened the door; still in her pajamas she was surprised at the heat and even more confused with the clothing of the strangers.
"Excuse me? May I help you?" questioned Casey looking at the three figures standing in a perfect triangle. All three figures stepped closer to the doorway. Their faces now visible, Casey stared at each one of them with awe. Her position felt suddenly diminutive compared to theirs. Oddly enough, when they walked, there would be no footprints. Lightly steps were all they had taken. A man at the front of the triangle took another step forward. There were two women at the back of the triangle, that stood calmly and without blinking bore into his eyes. Each stranger had a radiant glow seeping through their skin. Even though the weren't actually glowing, it was rather like a high stride pride surrounding them, like heat from around a flame.
To Be Continued...
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