The car had fallen into a heavy silence following the conversation about stories that both Arthur and Aziel would rather bury in the deepest recesses of their minds. The weight of unspoken trauma hung in the air like a suffocating blanket, pressing down on everyone's shoulders.
Arthur leaned his tired body against the cool surface of the window, his forehead pressing against the glass as he sought some small comfort from its smoothness. His breath fogged the window in small patches as the car passed through a winding road that cut directly through the middle of breathtaking grass plains.
The landscape stretched endlessly in all directions, a sea of emerald green that rolled and swayed like ocean waves in the gentle evening breeze. Wildflowers dotted the terrain in bursts of color – brilliant yellows, deep purples, and delicate whites that seemed to glow in the fading light.
