Stretching endlessly westward lies the quiet prairie land of the countryside. When dusk arrives, the setting sun dyes rolling hills warm rust-red. Wooden fences divide the boundless grassland, marking the border of the pasture.

A woolly sheep stands calmly amid the meadow. The rest of the flock wanders far away, yet it chooses to linger here alone. It watches the sun sink slowly behind the mountains, gazing at faint stars gradually emerging in the pale sky.

It does not rush to follow the herd’s footsteps. It is comfortable with quiet solitude, savouring the breeze sweeping across the grass and the peace of the twilight wilderness.

It tells us: you do not always need to walk within the crowd. You can take your own time, pause to admire the scenery, and bravely embrace solitude while staying true to yourself.