The old well was not far from the old barn standing, located in the grove of trees, which were not there before. The trees grew as a form of greenery from the government, then became denser after the warehouse was abandoned.
Daniel's footsteps stopped in an instant when the edge of the well appeared from afar. Its white color looked mossy in many places, eroded over time due to lack of adequate care.
"The well used to have a lot of water. But now it's the other way around." Daniel mumbled, even though no one asked. The wound swirled around her body, clouding his brown hair.
His body faced the sun, to approach the well. In his heart, he was preparing some things, which he had difficulty reading.
