The West was just as fantastical as stories described it.
Unlike the South, which was known for summer all year round, and the North, which was known for its eternal winter, the West and the Capital were the only locations known for four seasons.
It was a land where nature constantly reinvented itself.
Spring painted the forests in vibrant greens and fields of blooming wildflowers.
Summer bathed the mountains and valleys beneath warm golden sunlight.
Autumn transformed entire woodlands into seas of crimson, amber, and gold.
Then winter would arrive, covering everything beneath a blanket of pristine white before the cycle began anew.
At the moment, it was autumn, which meant it displayed a beauty different from usual.
"It's beautiful," Renelle observed as she looked through the car's window at the forest moving past them.
"Hmm," Adrian nodded in agreement.
