Sick

Nicholas trod upon the weathered bricks that paved the market until their uniformity surrendered to the aged cobblestone. Soon his journey unfurled down an uneven path, where the ground beneath shifted from the solid stability of stone to the soft caress of sand. A subtle transformation to the serenity of the forest and dark canopies of nature under the moon. Moonlight, filtered through the interwoven branches above, painted dappled patterns on the ground, creating an ever-changing mosaic beneath his footsteps.

The air, heavy with the fragrance of earth and foliage, carried the distant whispers of leaves rustling in response to the wind's gentle persuasion. Nicholas became a part of the forest's silent narrative, each step reverberated with a new echo of crunching leaves.