Tesla pov The morning air was crisp when I stirred awake, my body reluctant to leave the warmth of the furry blanket wrapped around me. For a moment, I remained still, listening. The soft rustling of leaves outside, the distant sound of birds greeting the dawn, and—voices. I slowly sat up, brushing strands of dark hair from my face. The room smelled of aged wood and faint smoke, remnants of the fire from last night. The bed beneath me was rough but had provided enough comfort to let exhaustion take me. Yawning, I pushed the blanket aside and got to my feet, stretching my arms as I glanced around the small cabin. The place was simple, built for necessity rather than comfort. A wooden table sat in the corner, cluttered with a few items—bowls, a dented kettle, and an old knife. The shelves along the walls held nothing of value, just dusty trinkets and forgotten things. Something about this place felt… frozen in time. I moved toward the door, pushing it open gently. Outside, th
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