A warm breeze rustles through my hair, as I quietly make my way in the abandoned village. It felt unusual as a dream.. crowded in its calm emptiness. I was mesmerised by the soft evening light, as it painted everything of a warm orange hue, the wheat grown so tall I could hardly see my legs, as my fingertips earnestly caressed the wheat’s ears. Suddenly I see something move, hidden in the golden grass, and I walk calmly there to check if someone needs help