A wide field of dandelions and tall grass stretched as far as the eye could see, glowing softly beneath a pale sky washed in warm sunlight. Birds filled the air with their chirps blending into a gentle, constant sound that made the world feel alive.
Somewhere beyond sight, water moved and breathed, and the land itself seemed full of quiet creatures and hidden motion.
A cool breeze passed through, brushing the grass and carrying a sense of calm with it.
At the center of it all stood a massive oak tree, larger and older than anything around it along with its branches spreading wide to offer shade. Beneath that shelter lay Soren, his body resting motionless in the grass.
His head was cradled on the thigh of the Goddess Mirath, warm and steady, as though she were keeping watch over him. The breeze teased through his hair, lifting soft strands and letting them fall again, making them sway gently as he lay there, peaceful and unaware.
