The Brobdingnagian roads were all empty and vast, the never-ending routes and streets were all shut down and locked as it was still too early for the residents to get to their feet and work. The roads were all damp, the water gathered still in the puddles, as it ran down the drain to the sidewalks. The pleasant smell of petrichor was all enticing to the deep breaths one took. The musky barky smell of after rain was all one could inhale all along, as the sun peeked out from the far east of the huge mountains that were vague to the eyes, hiding behind the thick layers of curtains of clouds.
It was still drizzling, the sound calming to the mind, a soothing lullaby, the melody enchanting the early risers, blessing them with its pitter-patter.
The world was silent, as silent as one would pre
