In the dense forest, where towering trees loomed overhead, their trunks covered in gnarled vines that clung to the rough bark, the leaves rustled with a soothing whisper, casting a dappled pattern of shadow and light upon the ground.
The thick canopy above obscured much of the sunlight, allowing only slivers of golden rays to pierce through the foliage and bathe the forest floor in a soft glow.
As John traversed the forest, his footsteps resonated with a gentle crunch upon the carpet of fallen leaves. In his hands, he carried an axe, its weathered handle worn from countless hours of labor.
Walking a few paces ahead, was Olivia her dark hair cascading in waves around her face, adorned with an occasional blossom that is round and big adding a delicate touch if it's touch.
Earlier that morning, John and Olivia had left Rose house and returned to the storage depot. As he arrived, he saw Olivia, visibly exhausted,her weariness was evident.
[Olivia's POV]
