ADVENTURES OF THREE FRIENDS ON RURAL STONE BRIDGE IN THE VAST INFINITE PLAIN WANDERING LAND
As they walked down the road, the three friends arrived at an old stone bridge, arching gracefully over the clear, bluish river. They were filled with happiness and a quiet sense of wonder. Gibby, usually the one to crack jokes, surprised them by falling silent. He looked around, then closed his eyes, breathing in the isolation and peace of the place. “I think I’m in love with this place,” he said softly to Pam, who smiled in return. Ralf glanced at him, astonished by the change in his friend’s behavior. The sun slowly shifted its light and shadows across the bridge as the day slipped away. They sat on the broad stone wall, watching birds flit between the trees and feeling the soft breeze on their skin. Everything around them felt untouched, perfect—the river, the grey stones, the endless rows of trees, the earthy scent of the soil beneath them, and the fresh grass pushing up through the earth. The old stone bridge seemed to hold a timeless magic, like it had stood there fo...