Calantha's point of view:
I can never seem to get used to the prickling sensation of leaves beneath me as I wake up from a restless slumber. The rustling sound of dry foliage fills my ears as I stir, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the rough texture of the leafy bed scratching against my skin. The air is thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves, a smell that's both familiar and foreign.
As I sit up, the leaves crunch beneath me, releasing a faint whisper. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the haze of sleep, and glance around the dimly lit hut. The soft, golden light of dawn filters through the gaps in the branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
I swing my legs over the side, feeling the cool morning air ca
