The sky turned soft orange as the sun finally broke through the thick clouds.
Smoke still rose from some parts of the fields. Ash drifted in the wind, light and slow, but the fires were dying.
What was once gray and lifeless now had patches of color. The light finally touched the blackened soil.
For the first time in several months, the fields were bathed in sunlight.
People began to gather at the edge of the farmland. Farmers, villagers, even some children came out from the nearby villages. They moved slowly at first, almost afraid to believe it was real.
A woman beside him made the sign of a prayer, whispering words only she could hear.
Children ran forward, laughing. They rolled in the soft grass that had survived near the edge.
Others simply stood still and stared at the sunlight, as if it was something holy.
Isaac stood nearby with his arms crossed.
He said nothing.
He watched the sunlight spread across the land. His face looked calm, but his jaw was tight.
