The next day.
Morning.
The sunlight's pure particles dance brightly by the window.
Birds hopping and chirping on the treetops.
And deep in the forest, the occasional roar of a beast...
...
Isabella Lindsey senses it all.
She awoke especially early.
She opened her bright, water-like eyes.
By habit, she glanced around, peaceful and warm.
Secretly, she tested her muscles and joints, finding no soreness or anomalies, she easily got out of bed.
In her heart, she felt a surge of gratitude toward Uncle Night, meeting him was her good fortune, recovering her body in such a short time showed he truly possesses strength.
She opened the door.
The fragrant, primitive cool breeze suddenly flooded her nostrils, a refreshing and blissful sensation.
Her steps light, she arrived at a clearing outside the bamboo hut, lush with grass.
Each leaf, every blade of grass, shone brilliantly green, a sign of vibrant life.
It was delightful.
