That night, Alaric's home felt unusually peaceful. He sat comfortably in the backyard. Where the green grass stretched wide like leaves scattered across the ground, resembling a natural carpet laid down gently by nature itself.
The young man lay down there, with only a thin cloth spread beneath him. He relaxed, gazing up at the night sky glittering with stars.
His hands were folded behind his head, forming a makeshift pillow to support his neck. Every now and then, he took a deep breath, letting the crisp night air fill his lungs. Then, he exhaled slowly, as if releasing the weight of his thoughts along with it.
Above him, the stars twinkled like millions of tiny eyes watching the silence of the earth. Alaric remained quiet, his gaze fixed on one point of light, before drifting to another, as though tracing constellations that only he could understand.
