I Don't Mean To Be A Hero
Elijah again found Vistula early that morning, this time in a local church. The morning sun rose gently over the quaint church, casting a warm glow upon its aged walls. The stone building, standing tall and proud, had an air of history about it, its architectural details revealing the passage of time.
Ivy vines meandered up the sides of the church, adding a touch of nature's beauty to the man-made structure. Stained glass windows adorned with intricate designs filtered the sunlight, creating a kaleidoscope of colours that danced upon the polished wooden benches and marble floors.
As the church bells chimed softly, people began to rush in. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, a hushed excitement that hung like a delicate mist.