He Felt at Peace

The descending sun bathed the crumbling remains of Emberfall in a soft amber glow. This village had once flourished, filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, the rhythmic strike of hammers on anvils, and the joyful shouts of playing children. Today, however, only a heavy veil of dust and stillness remained. This profound quiet was stirred only by the weary groan of a forgotten wagon or the wind’s low murmur as it swept through the desolate lanes.