The day had started like any other, with Bill out in the fields at dawn, tending to his crops with a level of care born from years of experience. The sun had made its journey across the sky, bathing the farm in warm, golden light. This tranquility was a sharp contrast to the turmoil that would soon unfold.
Bill was looking forward to ending his day with a relaxing read, catching the last rays of sunshine from the comfort of his hammock. With a cheerful tune echoing in his mind, a melody from a song he had heard on the radio earlier that day, Bill was busily tending to his fields. His hands were covered in soil, when a strange sense of unease started to gnaw at him.