A long creaky bridge leading to a cliff and mysterious dusty old church. Wooden brown sail boats approaching the church. Fences leading to the bridge. There is a sign that was shoved into the grass. The grass has the perfect soil to grow healthy vegetables. The river was flowing very slowly so not like waves but it’s moving.
The sky is gloomy like it was about to shatter in tears. Blurry white clouds filled in the sky just like fluffy ginormous marshmallows that there were only little places to see the sky. The river was pitch black. Dark trees surrounding the nearby church. People on their sail boats paddling to the bridge.