All he could recall was the rustling of trees and branches, swaying gently in the crisp autumn breeze. The ground beneath his feet was blanketed with scattered yellow leaves.

Suddenly, his foot landed on gravel, making him raise his head. Before him lay a village, offering a glimmer of hope. Perhaps someone there would be kind enough to offer him water after days of traveling.

"Finally, a semblance of peace and humanity," he muttered, surveying the villagers engaged in their daily activities.