Yvon

*The leaves howled in a symphony as the wind whirled through the nearby trees, seeing how complex the conflict between weather and environment can be when strolling down a gravel path in the woods, two opposing natural forces coexisting peacefully. The smell of impending snowfall filled the air, and it was about to come crashing.* “ How peaceful.. ” *Yvon thought to himself as he continued to stroll inside the imperial palace's vast garden.*