Journey's End: Thirteen Beauties, One Man, One Destiny
The sun was suspended high in the sky, propelling a golden radiance down upon the limitless world below. Its warm beams poured like liquid honey, flowing across the infinite emerald fields that stretched seemingly into infinity towards the horizon. Weathered trees stood tall and stately, standing watchful in unbroken silence like nature's guardians. Their great canopies rippled softly in the wind, whispering low against the air. Everywhere else, the land lay bathed in a quiet, regal silence—the sort that slowed even the birds to afloat through the air, as though they also paid homage to the quiet.
Every blade of grass glimmered in the golden light, and the summer wind caressed the treetops with tender courtesy. The sky was blue above, without a single cloud, limitless, as though heaven itself was frozen in breathless wonder.
But this tranquility wasn't unblemished.
