The sun dipped into the Mediterranean, casting a warm orange glow over the sprawling villa. Marcus, a seasoned Roman trader, sat on his couch, surrounded by ornate frescoes and mosaics. He sipped wine from a cup, feeling the weight of his years of travel lift off his shoulders. His villa, built on the hills of Limassol, was a testament to his success. He had brought exotic goods from the East, and wealth rolled in as a consequence. As he gazed out at the sea, he thought of his wife, Julia, who had passed away the previous year. He missed her dearly, but the memories of their time together on this very balcony, watching the sun set, kept his heart full. Marcus sighed, his mind wandering to the stories he would tell his children and grandchildren, and the adventures he would take when the time was right.