Downtime

Downtime

The warmth of the flame matched the warmth spreading through you, sinking deep into your bones. You were there, in a tavern of the mind, surrounded by quiet comfort and flickering candlelight. Each puff was a sip of ale, soothing and familiar, as if the weight of your pack had finally been set down. The fire crackled softly, wrapping you in calm while laughter and distant music drifted through the haze. Time slowed to a perfect rhythm, and in that moment, you were at peace—resting, reflecting, and letting the world outside fade into a gentle hum.