Moving down from the sky with the celestial grace of a descending angel, we look down upon the town of Skyfell. It is not a large place, but not so small that you'd notice an unfamiliar face. Cars flow along with placid grace on Main Street. In the May warmth, everyone moves sleepily this Saturday morning. The lots of shops and other commercial buildings are empty of the crowds that will soon appear in a few hours. The sky is blue, brushed with tiny swirls of white cloud. It seems the ideal, perfect town.
Last Updated : 2020-08-21
