[u]Balthazar nods, his eyes trailing off into the distance. The wheat fields below sway gently in the breeze, hypnotizing waves like calming rivers. A farmer slowly makes his way through the golden fields, harvesting the grain and sowing the seeds of the future. Clouds meander across the late summer sky, casting puffy shadows across the fields. Past the fields lays a small town, a bustling market lay in the center. Po can be seen sitting against the tree, reading a book whilst fiddling with what appears to be a blob of molten gold. It pulsates with energy, changing shape as he wills it so. One second it resembles a sun, the other a small flower. As he leafs through the pages aimlessly, the aged and tanned paper crinkling and cracking as it moves. Balthazar nods off, snoring slightly. As he does, Po's eyes droop, then finally close as he falls asleep next to Balthazar.[/u] [spoiler]Fin.[/spoiler]