The sights were the same as always—the warm sun casting its golden light over the land, its rays stretching lazily across the vast expanse. The carriage rolled steadily along the uneven road, its wheels creaking softly with each turn, the rhythmic sound blending with the occasional chirping of birds hidden within the trees. A gentle breeze carried the scent of dry earth and distant foliage, yet despite the familiar tranquility, an unshakable tension clung to the air. It wasn't just a feeling—it was a quiet whisper of unease, an unseen force curling at the edges of the peaceful scenery, as if mischief or something unexpected lurked just beyond the horizon, waiting for the right moment to strike.
