10 years old William strolled through the forest, the sun at its highest peak, reflecting on the vibrant colors giving it an enchanting view, the forest in this dimension was second to none, and its magnificence was an eye-catching sight.
Williams's crystal green eyes darted to the library in the distance at the top of the mountain, it was a surreal view as he turned his eyes back to the beautiful scenery that lay before him, the birds chirping loudly but more importantly, it was the peace and change he sought, he closed his eyes for a moment and allowed the breeze to caress his skin and his shoulder-length silver hair.
He sighed and opened his eyes before setting the art supplies he came with, his easel, his canvas, and the variety of colors he would use to express himself, painting was something he does when he needed time to himself, staying in the house of knowledge can only be burdensome, his mind craved something different, maybe peace.
