Long Rest

Long Rest

The night was silent, save for the soft exhale of smoke mingling with starlight. Each breath was a campfire ember, glowing gently as it carried you toward a place of stillness. The worries of the day melted like snow on a warm flame, leaving only a tranquil sense of floating—somewhere between wakefulness and dreaming. The world beyond the firelight felt distant, as though protected by an unseen ward, and all that remained was the steady rhythm of your breath. It was a moment of deep rest, where the mind and body found balance beneath the watchful gaze of a silver moon.