Mary watched the sunset from her carriage window, realizing that such beauty could never last. Life was a golden glory that faded in the wink of an eye. Life was a village fair that only lasted for a single day. As the carriage rattled along, rocking her like a babe in arms, Mary felt very old and wise. She found that she didn't mind being taken back to the castle, to a caring captivity that was filled with comforts and kindness. And she also found that she couldn't keep her eyes open.
As Mary gazed at the sunset from her carriage, she reflected on the transient nature of beauty and life. The golden moments of existence seemed fleeting, comparable to the brief joy of a village fair that lasts only a day. This contemplation brought her a sense of wisdom and age beyond her years, as she realized the ephemeral quality of such splendid experiences.
Despite the impending return to the castle, Mary felt a sense of acceptance regarding her situation. The comfort and kindness of her surroundings offered solace, and as the carriage rocked her gently, she found herself gradually succumbing to sleepiness, appreciating the peacefulness that enveloped her.
