Celeste groggily regained consciousness, her vision still blurry, as Grandma Celia persistently splashed water on her face. Gradually, her senses returned, but a lingering dizziness made her hesitant to fully sit up. Instead, she weakly settled back onto her mat, her gaze fixated on the ceiling of her hut.
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