"How long have I've been cold?" Eraiha said between chattering teeth.

Eraiha found herself lying on the cold ground, seeing only the fog and the dark sky. The dirt under her was compact, hard, and full of dead roots; A place that had seen a moment of prosperity and fertility.

Gathering her knees to her chest to maintain what miniscule warmth she has, Eraiha realises that doesn't even know where she is.

Pushing her hair away from her face, she feels the tangled leaves and twigs in her hair. "Aahh... How do I...?" She mutters as she failed to untangle the debris from...