SinArtie

My Children, this is the day in which the night sky falls to its feet. The serene air covering us from every direction, as if the serene air will continue to follow us and never leave our side. To the boy with a parasol in his hands, said to himself while walking through town, "Such a peaceful night I've have been given." A smile went onto his face as he said the last couple of words he whispered into the air. This boy wasn't really that young. He was 18. We will get to that point why he is called boy. As the boy walked through the town, there were at least fifty or sixty people there. Many people in different shapes, sizes, color, and style