“Dawn arrived far too soon, dragging its light into the world with a cold, indifferent certainty. It slipped through the Shopping District, touching rooftops and shopfronts with soft, hesitant kisses of silver. The light crept across the trees, brushing their branches with a delicate touch, so gentle it felt like a lover's touch no one was meant to see. It didn’t explode or dazzle; it crept, shy and subtle, casting pale lines through the thinning branches, reaching for something just out of sight. The light hinted at promises not quite made, golden edges of a dawn still hidden beneath the horizon, teasing what might be. The world breathed with it, spaces between the leaves coming alive with shifting patterns, like it was painting possibilities across the ground. It was the kind of light that made you think of the road ahead—paths waiting to be walked, choices waiting to be made.” BeautifulPoetic Prose Book:Terra Mythica: Volumes 1 & 2 Source: Terra Mythica: Volumes 1 & 2