CHAPTER TEN

The sun spread its evening rays into the vast land of Ura. Concrete contortions of dark shades surfed the land from a view, it was just retaliating. The fallen land. A land that was not silent as grave but composed of chirps of birds as themselves a hostage in the land. The birds that even made congregations and were once contented with chunks of food, they dispatched in acrobatic dimensions to ease the boredom of the land and colour it. A remedy of fish as prey was never abandoned. Some white birds sunk deep into the colourless water though it had accumulative pigments of bilirubin on some parts of the river. Though the water glistened under the captivity of the sun rays as it flowed ceaselessly along the riverbeds, it held back a secret. A secret that it never exposed but confined to its curves and edges. The riverbeds were so much greener than before hampering a coverage of a secret that would distort the face of the world.

Every step they heaved, brought the land of Ura into a ca