I sat on the edge of my new bed, the mattress a bit lumpier than I'm used to, but it gave off a comforting warmth that reminded me of the cozy feeling of the central tribe's house. I looked around the small dorm room, my eyes following the simple decor. The walls were painted a muted blue, almost as if to mimic the clear sky that peeked through the snow-covered branches outside. A single window with frayed curtains let in the pale winter light, and on the small desk, a neatly stacked pile of books seemed to be waiting to be opened, as if expecting me. This wasn't your typical dorm experience; it felt more like the set of a film where I was the unwitting star caught in a surreal adventure.
Suddenly, the reality of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks. How had I gone from a boring life
