Amon lay lazily on a thick layer of dry grass spread across the wooden bed of a horse-drawn cart, his hands resting comfortably behind his head as he stared up at the endless blue sky.
Soft white clouds drifted slowly across the heavens, carried by the gentle afternoon breeze.
The cart moved at a slow pace, its wooden wheels creaking with every turn as two horses pulled it along the quiet countryside road.
At the front sat an old farmer, holding the reins loosely in his hands as he guided the horses toward his destination.
The road itself was nothing more than a simple earthen path, far different from the paved and cobblestone streets of the cities.
On both sides stretched vast fields covered in lush green grass. Scattered trees stood here and there, their branches swaying gently in the wind. The rustling of leaves mixed with the rhythmic clopping of the horses' hooves, creating an unexpectedly peaceful atmosphere.
Amon took a slow breath. "This is nice," he muttered lazily.
