The first rays of the sun filtered through the window, illuminating the circular chamber. The fire in the center of the room had long gone out, leaving behind nothing but burnt cinders.
Outside, the sound of birds chirping and the faint noises produced by beasts echoed through the forgotten streets.
Inside, Adam's deranged chuckles relentlessly reverberated within the broken walls. An eventful night had passed, and a new day had arrived. He hadn't slept at all. He couldn't.
The youth kept rocking back and forth as he miserably sat on the ground, muttering to himself, "No-nothing… nothing is real… I don't know… real… real… haha… hahaha… it's all fake…"
"Gege…" The mimic walked up to him with its tiny legs. Its voice was laced with sadness, concern, and even fear.
