It was yet again the morning of another day, with the cool breeze blowing past as the sun rose in the horizon.
Aaron had gotten to work with regards to the new idea that came to him after returning from seeing the chieftain—the massage parlour idea.
"Yeah, that's more like it!" Aaron breathed, clapping dirt off his hands.
He looked at what he had just constructed and erected in front of the Touch of Nirvana Clinic—a signpost—and was satisfied with how it now looked after two trials of making it and trying to figure out the exact spot to fix it into.
The sign was a small rectangular white board that was attached to a longer, slim, cuboidal plank of wood, about some centimetres above half a metre.
Upon the board were two large fancy fonted words that read: 'DIVINE TOUCH'.
