As the first rays of dawn began to seep through the cabin's window, casting a gentle, golden glow across the room, Jasmine slowly stirred from her deep slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked in the soft morning light.
And there, as her gaze met his, she found Randolph's eyes watching her with a warm and reassuring intensity. It was a silent acknowledgment of their shared journey and the unspoken bond that had grown between them during the transformative ritual.
However, she noticed that Randolph looked a bit tired and disheveled after the restless night filled with turmoil. His usually neat appearance was slightly messy, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.
Her concern grew as she saw him, and she asked, "Randolph, what happened last night? You look like you'v
