Even devils need a break sometimes.

The devil seemed to have mastered the art of leisure. There it was, nestled among the tall grass, its dark fur glistening faintly under the sun. It looked up briefly, as if to acknowledge my presence before returning to its quiet moment of rest. There was something oddly human about its expression—a mix of curiosity and indifference. Around us, the grass swayed gently in the breeze, each blade catching fragments of light like tiny mirrors. I stood there longer than I intended, watching this small creature enjoy its solitude, feeling a strange sense of peace myself.