Alistair retreated to his chamber, his footsteps carrying the weight of the world's troubles. Before his door, he paused, his weary heart releasing a heavy sigh.
With deliberation, he pushed the door ajar, and to his astonishment, a pigeon perched gracefully upon his bed. The creature moved with an elegant hop from one side to the other, its inquisitive eyes examining every corner of the room. Then, with a sudden and deliberate motion, the pigeon took flight, gliding through the open window and onto the adjacent balcony. Alistair watched as it vanished into the twilight, its wings silhouetted against the fading light. As the door closed behind him, he couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of the evening.
