4 days later
*Freesia*
The journey through the wilderness has become a rhythm, a steady beat of footsteps and whispered conversations. With each passing day, I feel the weight of our past life lifting, replaced by a strange sense of belonging that I can’t quite place, maybe because as for now we are kind off suspended in the unknown. The trees around us are beginning to thin, and patches of sunlight break through the canopy, casting playful shadows on the ground.
As we walk, I notice the landscape shifting. The underbrush gives way to small plots of tilled earth, each one yielding green shoots that sway gently in the breeze. “This is where the pack grows food,” Torren explains, his voice a low murmur beside me. “We cultivate what we can in these harsh conditions, ensuring we’re not sol
