The wilderness breeze gently blew through, the white birch trees atop the hill swayed, and the group crossed the rolling wheat fields, noticing a traveler riding a horse and playing a flute in the distance.
"You know, this place really has a bit of an otherworldly vibe to it."
Walking along the dirt path, with the withered yellow grass struggling to grow, and slender leaves trembling in the wind, the group gazed at the orange sun and rolling hills in the distance, sharing their respective thoughts.
"The white stone ruins on that hill over there—those must be the old watchtower, right?" Audrey raised her hand to point.
"That's right, the townsfolk said it's on the hill."
"How did it collapse again?"
"Apparently, rats gnawed away the wooden beams inside, then constant wind and rain wore it down, and eventually, it fell."
"No one maintained it?"
"Not sure, maybe there used to be someone maintaining it," they said while arriving at the base of the hill, gazing up at it.
