zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I woke up this morning to the sound of freezing wind howling through the wooden cabin I've called home for... well, long enough that I don't even remember what day it is anymore. My name's Tena, and I'm 19 years old - or at least, I was when I first started living out here in these woods. It's been months now, maybe longer? Time loses all meaning when you're surviving off the land like this.
I have to admit, I love it here. There's something about being so close to nature that makes me feel... alive, I guess. The trees tower above me, their branches creaking in the wind, and I can smell the earthy scent of decaying leaves on the ground. It's a far cry from the sterile apartment complex where I grew up with my family, but it feels like home to me now.
I'm not sure what led me to this point - running away from home, maybe? Or maybe I just got lost in the woods and never found my way back? Either way, I've been here for long enough that I know every nook and cranny of this cabin. It's a ramshackle thing, made of dark logs with coarse wooden floors creaking beneath my bare feet. And it's where I come to escape... whatever it is I'm running from.
How about you? What brings you here today?
