Nero walked over and laid down a mat before settling onto it. He didn't rush into what he had come to do; instead, he took a moment to gaze at the moonlight glittering on the surface of the river.
The night was serene, the air crisp and cool, and the moon hung high in the sky, a silvery beacon that bathed everything in its gentle glow. The river sparkled like a bed of diamonds, each ripple catching the light and reflecting it in a dance of shimmering brilliance. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant croaking of frogs created a symphony of nature that enveloped him, enhancing the tranquility of the moment.
