We decided to rest by building tents.
That decision came directly from Miss Shredica. She advised us that building tents was far better than sleeping inside one of the nearby cabins. According to her, doing so would eventually sharpen our awareness. It wasn't just about having a place to sleep for her, I guess, and it was about how we slept, and what kind of danger we allowed ourselves to be exposed to.
Sleeping in a tent meant vulnerability. There were no solid walls, no doors to lock, no illusion of safety. If something attacked us while we were asleep, we would feel it immediately. The cold air, the rustling of fabric, the faintest disturbance—everything would force us to react. It felt intentional, like she wanted to push us into discomfort so our senses wouldn't dull.
