The carriage moved along the road at a steady pace, the sound of the wheels against the ground creating an almost hypnotic cadence that filled the silence of the interior. Victor leaned back for a few minutes, simply feeling the movement, his eyes half-closed, as if he were organizing his thoughts after everything that had happened that day. But then, something changed.
He opened his eyes again.
And this time... he really looked.
Not just looking out the window out of habit or distraction, but with true attention, like someone seeing it for the first time. And, in a way, that was exactly it.
Outside, the world stretched out under the cold light of the night, illuminated by a high, clear moon that seemed larger than he remembered. The trees along the road moved gently with the wind, their leaves reflecting silvery tones, while the landscape unfolded in layers, depth upon depth, like a living painting that refused to remain static.
