Down By The Riverside

(One Month Later)

The night was draped in a mysterious stillness, the air heavy with tranquillity. A soft breeze whispered through the trees, causing their branches to sway gently, as if in a silent lullaby. The moon, a radiant orb of silver, cast its enchanting glow upon the world below, painting everything in hues of its ethereal beauty.

Overhead, a cluster of clouds danced across the darkened sky, their edges tinged with the moon's luminous light. Among them, a solitary cloud moved gracefully, as if on cue, and the moon began its celestial game of hide-and-seek, retreating behind the drifting cloud with a shy grace.

A lonely figure in a cotton white dress sat alongside the river that peacefully flowed under the silvery rays. She stared at the glistening orb, being reflected in the water, unaware of a majestic being that had descended from the sky and silently watched her from the distance.