When I woke up, I couldn't believe my eyes. I lay on a mattress in a shaman's home, circled with different colours of candles. My eyelid was too heavy, so I didn't stress it so much to look around, and kindly shut my eyes once again.
The smell wasn't as toxic as I'd always thought about them, but it rather had a fragrant scent. So, does it mean that the person who held me back in the woods was a shaman? What was even wrong with me that I was lying here like a piece of sacrifice?
I wanted to yell at whoever that shaman was, but just like my eyelids, my lips were so heavy. And the fact that no one had said anything to me meant that I was the only one in the room…so I dozed off once again. I slept as though I were on my bed, inhaling the sweet scent of the candles around me for how long I
