In the clearing surrounding Eden's cabin, he was busy chopping firewood for the evening. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the ground as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking into his shirt. Each swing of the axe was purposeful and strong, the blade slicing through the air with a satisfying whoosh before it met the weathered stump with a resounding thunk. The impact resonated in his arms, sending tiny splinters flying as the wood cracked and splintered, landing softly on the grassy floor.

With a weary sigh, he pulled the axe free from the stubborn tree stump, feeling its weight in his hands. Just as he was preparing for another swing, his attention was caught by familiar footsteps.