After he had finished eating, Liam made his way toward the very peak of the rocky outcrop and settled himself there in silence.
The sun had already begun its slow descent beneath the horizon, casting long orange and crimson streaks across the distant sky as Nalim gradually prepared itself for nightfall once again.
From where Liam sat, the entire stretch of forest beneath him seemed endless. Layers upon layers of dark green canopies spread outward like a living ocean, swaying gently beneath the evening wind. From this height, he could see the river cutting through the forest far below like a winding scar of silver reflecting the fading sunlight. Even farther in the distance, barely visible beyond the haze and overlapping trees, he could make out the towering canopies of the swamp region he had escaped the previous day.
