One, two, three.

I counted the pieces of the wood I had collected outside the dark forest.

Four, five, six.

Seems like I had enough to light my fireplace. I threw some chopped wood in the fireplace and lit it up with a match.

It was the middle of the night already, the sound of crows outside in the dark forest, while I was hidden away in solitude. A small cabin where I had selfishly proclaimed my “home”.