When Daisy fell, she was knocked out.
She didn't even have time to yell "Help," as she was dizzy from the fall.
She didn't know how long she'd been out before she slowly came to on a pile of dead leaves.
The air was damp and smelled of rotting vegetation. It was a desolate cave, with hard rock walls covered in moss. Above her, lush and dense plants formed a natural covering, perfectly concealing the entire cave.
She had inadvertently backed to the edge of the cave, stepped into thin air, and slid down.
Daisy slowly sat up from the ground, wiping the blood from her forehead.
The pile of leaves accumulated over months saved her life. Although she had some scrapes from the fall, the leaves cushioned her drop, so she wasn't broken.
Daisy supported her waist to stand up, furrowing her brows as she looked at the cave's exit, seven or eight meters overhead, and the surrounding rock walls covered in moss, smooth without any footholds.
