Zella Albert was walking down the pavement towards the plaza, in the heart of the center, unknowingly getting away from the president's mansion at the crack of the morning. Zella still wore her lacy skirt and fitted top, along with her cascaded hair, unbrushed since yesterday.
The leaves scattered at her foot, the stores started to gather their equipment to open, and Zella doesn't have any interest on buying. Louise left her some money to shop, but she doesn't have any strength to do so. Zella squeaked her sneakers at the silent fountain.
The crystallized waters reflected the light rays, giving off a tinge of what has known to be a paradise inside a forest. Coin sat down underneath the ripples, and Zella wished some beggar would dunk and gather them all up, giving his hungry stomach some goodies to feed on.
