The morning breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and the dampness of dawn, and the sunlight heated those scents into a refreshing stimulus similar to the scent of mint leaves, which passed through the opened window sills and entered people's nostrils.
The mornings in Naranya always began in such rhythm, accompanied by flowers, smiles, and sunshine.
But in the security office, more than a dozen well-dressed gentlemen with furrowed brows had long since crossed the threshold. Their worried expressions contrasted starkly against the lush green ivy outside the window, like unnecessary ink blots on a painting.
Citizens more diligent than the officials had made the already spacious security office seem quite crowded. They had declined assistance and stood silently in the area, the only sound being their impatient pacing.
