RAGNA POV...
I slowly closed my eyes, drawing in a long, steady breath as though I were about to sink beneath invisible waters, and then I let my perception spill outward from me in all directions, stretching thin and wide like an unseen tide washing over the desert.
The grains of sand, the faint shifts of wind, the subtle tremors beneath the earth—everything began to brush against my senses as if the world itself were pressing its secrets into my palms.
At my command—at the mere whisper of my thoughts—a three-dimensional landscape began assembling itself inside my mind. It didn't happen all at once. No, it unfolded gradually, layer by layer, like an intricate painting revealing itself stroke by meticulous stroke. Dunes rose in smooth curves, depressions sank into shadow, and the carriage stood at the center of it all like a fragile relic stranded in an ocean of gold.
