The carriage rolled steadily along the quiet road, its wheels creaking softly against the earth. Dawn had only just begun to break, and the first light of morning stretched gently across the sky, painting everything in soft hues of gold and pale blue. The world outside felt calm—untouched, almost fragile in its stillness.
Inside, Dydra sat by the window, her hands neatly folded on her lap.
A faint breeze slipped through a narrow crack, brushing against her skin before drifting past her lips and into her lungs. She inhaled deeply, letting the cool air settle within her, grounding her in a way she hadn't realized she needed.
Slowly, her eyes closed.
And just like that, she was no longer in the carriage.
She was home.
