solace in the quiet surroundings. Its drooping head and sagging shoulders reflected its sense of dejection. The horse's once lively eyes now appeared dull and listless, mirroring the sorrow that consumed its spirit. Despite the gentle whispers of the wind and the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, the horse could not shake off its melancholy. Its movements were slow and aimless, as if weighed down by an invisible burden. The wood, usually a place of peace and tranquility, now seemed to magnify the horse's feelings of desolation.
