Fields of wheat stretch as far as the eye can see, and roads of varying lengths frame them. The buzzing drone of cicadas, the loud chirping of crickets, and the barks of dogs fill your ears. Waves streak across the crops as the wind blows. The sky is clear, and the constellations shine down at you brighter than anyone in the city could dream. Clean, untainted air fills your lungs.
You hear a howl from the forest behind your house, like a wolf, except you could swear it sounded like a human.
