At the Edifice of Donal.

A police van drove in suddenly.

Donal’s POV

The gentle breeze was blowing. And all the ornamental flowers were busy prostrating to the ground. In humble response to the force, strength, and direction of the wind.

A faint scent of the ornamentals filled the entire environment.

Birds were busy singing melodiously. Filling the earth with music. The euphony of the atmosphere was so calm and enjoyable.

I came out and stood under a tree that was standing very close ...