Indulgence in Carriage.
The ground stretched far across in a blue sky without end, the horizon a fluid line where the sky kissed the ground. Gentle grasses capered in the breeze in an open field that radiated in shades of green and gold. Clumps of wildflowers covered the meadow—lavender, daisies, bluebells—swaying in the breeze, whispering secrets only the wind might hear.
Tangles of saplings crackled, their leaves dancing in the wind like mischievous secrets, as stately old oaks remained unmoving, like watchful sentinels. Glimpses of amber light filtered through their limbs, illuminating the earth in soft, mottled radiance.
Here and there, tiny magical creatures wandered unencumbered—gentle-furred monsters with great ears and tiny antlers; radiant-winged rabbits that trailed starry paths; floating spheres that glowed with soft light, bobbing like nosy ghosts. Some rolled over in the grass, others slept under trees, their tranquility undisturbed.
The world was at peace.
