I shot him in the head with a hidden bullet at the scene where I was shooting with a real weapon

As the sun embarked upon its evening descent, the sky transformed into an enchanting tapestry of celestial beauty. The celestial canvas, adorned with a myriad of clouds, resembled a masterpiece in the making. Clouds, like brushstrokes of an artist, swept across the firmament, their forms evolving from billowy masses to wisps of ethereal elegance. Gradations of color adorned the heavens, transitioning seamlessly from the cerulean blues of the day to the softer hues of twilight, a spectrum that wove together shades of lavender, coral, and gold.

The descending sun, a majestic orb of radiance, cast its resplendent glow upon the land, imparting a warm, amber embrace that bathed the landscape in a luminous farewell. Shadows danced playfully across verdant fields and rustling foliage, stretching and contorting as if eager to embrace the approaching night. A gentle breeze, a herald of the evening, stirred the leaves and carried with it the earthy fragrance of the season.

The symphony of the countryside unfolded harmoniously, a chorus composed of chirping crickets, the rustling of leaves, and the distant murmur of a stream meandering through the terrain. In this fleeting moment, time seemed suspended, allowing the serenity and grace of the dusk to envelop the world, a tranquil interlude before the curtain of nightfall unfurled its starlit spectacle.