I flew over a field of grass.
Luckily, by the time I remounted my broom, the rain had stopped.
I'd like to get to the next country before it starts to rain again, but we'll see about that.
"…Oh no."
Beneath the ashen sky, I saw something moving in the direction I was headed. As I got closer, and the blurry form grew clearer, I could tell it was a person. Without slowing down, I passed by them.
"..."
I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. Their age was a mystery. I could tell only that they were human. The person was walking along to some unknown destination; if they continued straight ahead, maybe they would eventually reach another country.
All of their features had vaguely blurred together except for one thing, something they were carefully cradling in both hands. I had seen clearly what it was, but I wished I hadn't.
They carried a bouquet of flowers.