The next morning, the soft morning sunlight slipped through the gaps in the wooden window panels of the inn room, illuminating the space with warm, gentle golden light. Small dust particles floated lazily in the sunbeams, creating a peaceful atmosphere like a painting of a remote village morning. Sylvia slowly opened her dark red eyes, her pupils adjusting to the light without any discomfort. Her body felt refreshed after a good night's sleep, though her muscles were still slightly sore from yesterday's long journey.
She sat up with slow, graceful movements, her long black hair disheveled and covering part of her pale face. A few strands stuck to her cheeks, giving her a softer and more human appearance than usual. Sylvia let out a quiet sigh, enjoying the morning silence before the world grew noisy again.
