ZORA
Cheerful birds chirped far above me, several distances away. A pack of hyenas released series of loud, high-pitched whoops into the serene atmosphere, announcing their excitement over a kill.
The ground drummed softly with the hooves of a herd of warthog heading towards a direction. Somewhere closeby, the whooshing of the downpour of a waterfall made it into my ears, and although my eyes weren't open, I could see them clearly. That's how I knew I was laying on a bed of daisies.
But consciousness required I lift my eyelids open. I could no longer lay doing nothing.
The first thing that flooded my vision wasn't the images that my ears provided. It was a young brown deer whose fur was spotted with white. Its black beady eyes peered down at me with precious intense curiosity, its he
