Sitting by the window, Kaya felt the cold wind brush softly against her cheek. She paused, her gaze drifting toward the sky. The night was calm—serene even. Crickets chirped in rhythm with the glasshoppers, and somewhere in the distance, unknown insects sang their strange little songs. The soundscape of the night wrapped around her like a lullaby, and for a fleeting moment, Kaya almost felt sleepy.
It's so peaceful… so unreal, she thought. This place felt like a piece of heaven hidden on earth. The crisp, clean air, untouched by pollution, kissed her skin with every passing breeze. For a moment, Kaya wondered—so this is what it feels like to live in a world that still breathes.
But that peace was only a thin cover.
