(THEA IN JASSY'S BODY'S POV)
It seems like I'm being processioned into a long parade. And wherever this trek is heading, I know it somewhere elevated as I can feel my body slanted in most parts of the entire travel. I can easily sense it by hearing the panting of the tired people who are carrying me for almost an hour, now in my estimation.
Playing inside my mind are series of questions that are longing to satisfy my curiosity. Who are these people who took me away from that village? I know I'm not in the village anymore. The temperature is changing, the coldness of the feral wilds as so as the whistling sound of the air was slowly vanishing.
The humidity started to get higher and gave me discomfort inside this black sack, getting my entire face wet with sweats—no more whistling air on this part, instead of a peculiar muteness, soundless but unsoothing.
