The shelter is warm and fragrant. Dried flowers and leaves cover everything around, the scent of juicy overripe fruits fills the air. You can hear the whisper of an hourglass, candles bring the smell of autumn, and it seems that a dense bubble of muffled sounds covers everything around.

A strange place to spend a night. Rocks, glass, and fire. It seems someone lives here or comes here often. The place is deserted but does not yet look abandoned. A slight ringing sound is heard from somewhere, waves are hissing and foaming at the precipice, and sand is rolling across the ground.

It’s difficult and viscous... Fatigue is growing, causing the eyes to close, but questions about the mysterious place won’t let it fully fall asleep. And thoughts froze...