บท 148: Chapter 137

I can hear the flow of water gently dripping outside, the wind softly whooshing and brushing leaves and the creaking wood, complemented by the sound of birds and small animals that make themselves known from time to time. 

My eyelids have never been this heavy, and as I slowly manage to open them I have to wait for my vision to adjust to the light coming from outside, and the first image that reaches my eyes is that of a wooden ceiling with small crevices that let the light in over my head.

I sit, and the quick movement makes me close my eyes again and wait for my head to stop spinning and my stomach to stay in place.

I'm in a familiar room, with its wooden walls and double paper doors, and I'm certain of it when I walk out and find the living room, with its fire on an opening on the floor, and the corridors that lead to outside.

It cannot be, this place was destroyed by those shadow figures not too long ago!