In the grandeur of the Snake River, a colossal waterway that served as the main artery connecting a multitude of tribes to the capital of Casimiro, a remarkable wooden platform gracefully navigated the powerful current, propelled forward by the sinuous and graceful lamias. The platform's centerpiece was a striking black carriage drawn by majestic black steeds. Gideon, a figure of commanding presence, stood near the edge of the platform, dressed in a crisp white tunic beneath a rich brown blazer, complemented by well-fitted slacks and impeccably polished shoes.
The gentle zephyrs emanating from the river played with his striking silver-white hair, while the warm embrace of the morning sun bathed his face in a soft, golden hue. Lucy, Gideon's loyal companion and confidante, stood by his side, her resplendent golden eyes attentively fixed on Gideon's relaxed countenance. With a wistful smile, she broke the silence that enveloped them.
