As the weeks rolled by, Azief found himself gradually adapting to the rhythm of his newfound mortal life.
He had successfully constructed a shelter for himself—a rustic hut perched high in the branches of a massive tree.
To reach his arboreal abode, he had crafted ladders, allowing him to ascend with ease.
In this elevated sanctuary, the daily stresses that once weighed on his shoulders seemed distant and less formidable.
The symphony of nature's sounds, the whispering leaves, and the ethereal play of sunlight filtering through the canopy, all became part of his daily existence.
Azief had come to appreciate the simplicity of his surroundings.
The challenges of survival were no longer daunting, but rather invigorating tests of his ingenuity.
Every meal he secured with his own hands, every drop of clean water he collected, everything felt…..novel
It was like he was living his fantasy dream.
