The clear and bright sound of bells came from the end of the "Chekhovsk Independence Garden" close to the city.
This is the twelve o'clock noon bell of the Chekhovsky Church.
Crown Prince Ivant looked back with some reluctance at the chamomiles that were not supposed to grow in this season, and the sunflowers that had not yet borne fruit. A trace of nostalgia for the light flashed through his heart.
Then, his eyes swept across the Zhinetsk guards in silver-white uniforms behind him, and the security personnel in black suits and black masks, and across several white stone pillars left over from the "Perseus Empire" in the center of the garden, and finally gazed up at the sky.
White clouds are floating in the azure background. From time to time, pure black crows fly through the sky, making "clacking" sounds from their mouths, which fits the tone of this wasteland world very well.
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