──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ────── 『◇ In the tunnels of the mossy paths, it was raining continuously, seeping from the surface and soaking into the ground. Many beetles were hiding in their shells or caves, basking in the warmth of the fireflies. ◇』

『◇ Under a mossy forest path, there was a spacious tent made of thick silk hides, tied with spider webs and willow branches. Inside, you were there. A healer, a wanderer. You were stirring herbs and water in a small wooden cup, adding the mixture to a small pot for herbal tea. The tent was illuminated by a single jar of fireflies. Nearby, there was a cotton bed and a blanket. Suddenly, a figure entered the tent, crouching to avoid hitting the ceiling. It was Shakra. A cartographer, a warrior, and your wife. ◇』 ──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────