Eran's Dream

Eran lay on the side of a big tree, standing tall amidst the vast meadow on the hillside. The shadow of leaves above him shimmered.

The wind whispered, causing the branches to sway in harmony with its song, stimulating his senses that had been haunted by dark thoughts for so long. It was as if fatigue had momentarily evaporated. His eyes were fixed on the enchanting scene before him, a green and fertile valley sprawled out in front of him. In the distance, rows of trees stood in an orderly fashion, and even the flowing waters of the Tossing Rill River appeared as a thin thread.

His eyes were completely immersed in the beauty that lay before him. For now, there was nothing that could rival the tranquility offered by this hill.

Eran enjoyed every second, feeling a sense of peace within himself. In the complexities of life that often plagued him with anxiety, pressure, and even thoughts of death, he now felt as if he was a part of this nature, free.