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In his mind, this place was infinite. As a boy, the grass here had been a vibrant, impossible emerald that reached his waist. He remembered the "Great Divide"—a narrow stream they used to leap across, feeling like conquerors of a new world. Back then, the horizon wasn't a limit; it was a promise.

The old iron gate didn't creak; it sighed, as if weary of holding back the weeds. Elias stood at the edge of the meadow he hadn’t seen in forty years. в™« Pink Floyd - High Hopes

As he walked back to his car, he didn't look back. The grass wasn't greener anymore, but the air was clear, and for the first time in years, the silence didn't feel empty. In his mind, this place was infinite

He reached the center of the field and looked toward the town. From here, the church bells began to toll. The sound was heavy, rolling across the valley in waves of bronze. It was the same sound that had called him home for dinner decades ago, but today it sounded like a countdown. Back then, the horizon wasn't a limit; it was a promise

Elias realized then that he hadn't come back to find the field. He had come back to find the boy who believed the field was magic. But that boy had been carried away long ago by the "river tide" of ambition and necessity.