A shallow firepit glowed in the middle of the cave, casting faint light against the stone walls. Shadows danced every time a gust of wind blew by the flames.
The air was cool and damp, carrying the earthy scent of wet stone and the faint smell of smoke. The fire gave off just enough light to see the uneven floor, the cave mouth, and the three figures inside.
At the far end of the cave, on a makeshift bed made from dried leaves, Adam slowly sat up, his body trembling from fear as he faced the direction of the cave mouth. Beside him, the mimic bounced with joy at seeing him gain consciousness.
But Adam completely ignored the little creature. His attention was fixed on the figure sitting at the cave's entrance, back turned to him, gazing at the twin moons hanging in the starlit sky outside.
