This old road stretched into a quiet valley, covered with a thick green canopy

This old road stretched into a quiet valley, covered with a thick green canopy. It was a road that had strayed from the main path, like a wanderer without an aim, passing through the traces of nature. Under the dark shadow of the big trees, whose branches spread like a high dome. In the rain, the raindrops would fall on the ground, turning the road into a small muddy puddle amidst the scattered bushes of elder and hazel, blackberries and thorns. The road was isolated and worn from long use, making it lost in the silence and antiquity, so that nothing around it could be seen, whether from the left or the right.