The loud whirring of the Flying Saucer rent the bustling atmosphere like a ghostly scream. White in color, it slowly rotated round and round, closing in on the targets circular pad on which it was to land on - the landing pad.
After coming to a final spin, it puffed out clouds of wind from the window like outliers in the center, the revving runic engines finally coming to a stop.
Just as it did, landing officers in blue overall coats and white beads moved towards the Saucer, waiting in line patiently as the door slid down, opening the insides of the saucer to the outside world.
