Aya woke up surprised by the side of the road. She found herself lying on one of the tree trunks on the side of the road in a slightly hidden position facing the forest. Aya breathed greedily into the air to fill her lungs. Aya tried to breathe. Her breasts rose and fell quickly. For a moment, Aya felt disoriented. Then, Aya tried to calm her pounding heart and adjusted her breathing to calm down.
Aya took the dagger and cut her hand. Blood dripped from her wound, and the pain was felt on the surface of the skin of her hands. Slowly the wound on her hand healed. Aya holding some of the dried leaves falling in her hand. She could feel the surface of the leaves a little rough. Aya could smell the fog that had begun to fall thin. Her cheeks felt wet and cold coming into contact with the fog.
