Sparks danced and scattered in the air, a mesmerizing display accompanying the bonfire's lively flames as they consumed the charcoaled wood.
The small clearing was enveloped in the warmth of the fire, surrounded by the eerie silence of the dark forest, where fried dead woods and branches lay scattered.
In this obscure haven, four people lay, seeking rest after a somewhat weary and challenging travel.
As the flames flickered, casting shadows over the makeshift camp, the group had succumbed to their well-deserved rest.
Aria stirred from her slumber.
Rubbed her Crimson eyes free of sleep, she yawned and stretched, casting a tired glance around.
Her companions lay sprawled across the uneven ground, their forms silhouetted by the dancing firelight.
The realization dawned upon Aria that the entire group had succumbed to sleep after securing this seemingly safe area amidst the twisted branches and gnarled trees.