Chapter 29

• Astrid stood in a field of golden wheat, the stalks swaying gently in the breeze. The sky above was a breathtaking canvas of twilight hues—deep purples blending seamlessly into soft oranges and pinks.
• She felt an inexplicable calm as she walked through the field, her fingertips brushing against the tips of the wheat, each touch sending a delicate thrill up her spine.
• The scent of wildflowers filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the wheat. She noticed the way the light played on the golden stalks, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows and light.