The first thing I felt was the warmth of sunlight brushing against my skin, seeping through the gaps in my eyelids. It wasn’t the harsh, glaring light that jolts you awake—it was soft, golden, and oddly comforting. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the brightness, and found myself staring at wooden beams that seemed to stretch endlessly above me. The air smelled faintly of pine and dust, a scent both unfamiliar and strangely soothing.
I pushed myself up, the creak of an old mattress beneath me breaking the silence. As my vision adjusted, I realized I was in what looked like an attic. The room was spacious yet minimal, with old furniture pushed against the walls, covered in white sheets. A single window framed the sunlight streaming in, casting long shadows across the wooden floor
