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The cold mountain air creeps into my bones, and I shiver uncontrollably, the warmth of my breath misting before me in the foggy darkness. My rucksack lies beside me, its contents a jumbled mess, but for now, it's just a reminder that I'm not alone – or am I? The cave is quiet except for the distant sound of running water and the occasional hoot of an owl.
I glance down at my arm, which throbs with every heartbeat. The hike up here was treacherous enough without this added burden. It took me hours to find shelter from the rain, but now it's almost like I'm reliving that terror all over again. Every movement feels like a test of endurance. And yet, despite everything – hunger, thirst, and this godforsaken injury – my heart keeps beating with a primal urgency.
I've always been drawn to these mountains for their wild beauty and solitude. But now? Now I'm beginning to question the sanity that brought me up here tonight. My eyes wander down the dark tunnel of our cave entrance, trying to make sense of this desolate landscape. What am I doing out here all alone? As a teacher back in town, people rely on me for stability and knowledge – but right now, all I can offer is my own desperation. And still...I'm drawn to the edge, my gaze snagging on something hidden just beyond the reach of the flickering candlelight.
