A Gift, A Life
Nestled upon the loneliest bench within the embrace of Livingson Valley Park, I found myself as the sun began its ascent, far from the bustling crescendo of midday. But this serene stillness was abruptly interrupted by an unexpected arrival of three people – all donned in sharp, matching black suits and brown portmanteaus. Two of them stationed themselves near the park's entrance. The third chose to occupy the space beside me on the bench. Before I could fully fathom the situation, the figure whom I swiftly christened Mr. Unk (shortened for Unknown), leaned in, his voice slicing through the tranquil morning air. "A splendid Sunday morning, wouldn't you concur?" he mused. ( Image source ) "Yes... Um... I am a tad confus..." I was interrupted. "I can sense your heightened perplexity." "Heightened? What do you mean by heightened? I was sitting merrily in this comfortable little nook until you, Men in Black, strolled into the park!" "Ar