In the middle of the night, Shella steps out of the tiny makeshift house she was given to sleep in, feeling an urge to take a break from her restless sleep.
The village is eerie quiet, except for the distant chirping of insects in the bushes nearby and the rush of the flowing river.
Shella saunters towards the river, seeking an idyllic place to calm her distressed mind. She wends her way to the riverside, attracted by the numerous flickering fireflies illuminating the darkness near the stream.
She bends and blushes the surface of the chilly waters with the tips of her fingers, enjoying it's tranquility until a tinny frog leaps from the water and lands on the back of her hand. She gasps and stumbles back, sweeping the amphibian off her skin with her other hand.
"You're afraid of fro
