The city of Earl Harbor bustled with its usual activity. People hurriedly went about their daily routines, passing by a man standing in front of the church. He appeared calm and composed, a stark contrast to the frenetic energy surrounding him.
With a serene expression, the man delicately scattered pellets on the ground, attracting a small flock of doves. Their gentle coos and fluttering wings created a momentary respite from the bustling streets. Yet, as the man continued his peaceful gesture, the oblivious passersby paid him no mind. They hurried past, consumed by their own concerns.
