As the radiant, amber-hued radiance of the descending sun enveloped the room, casting it in a warm, fiery palette, Rosalie found herself knitting her brows in contemplation. The lingering embrace of her dreams still held sway over her senses, yet an innate impulse stirred within her, coaxing her to rouse herself from the profound slumber and unveil her eyes to the outside world. She turned her whole body around, fixing her deep gaze on the orange ceiling, and attempted to collect her thoughts, but the lazy haze inside her head combined with the pleasant soreness of her muscles refused to let her go, mercilessly pulling the girl back into the sweet world of leisure.