The gentle rustling of leaves filled the air as a cool breeze swept through the quiet village. Nestled between rolling green hills and a crystal-clear river, the village was a picture of serenity. Modest wooden houses with thatched roofs stood in neat rows, their chimneys releasing thin wisps of smoke as the scent of freshly baked bread and herbal remedies drifted through the streets.
Children played near a small stone fountain in the village square, their laughter mingling with the soft chimes of wind bells hanging from porches. Farmers tended to their crops, while others prepared for the evening by lighting lanterns, their warm glow illuminating the narrow dirt pathways.
